Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cameroon and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing A Certain Ratio to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boredoms,
Cymande,
The Remains,
Crooked Eye,
Visage,
The Barracudas,
the Bar-Kays,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Young Rascals,
The Evens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sixth Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blues Magoos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cybotron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Velvet Underground,
cv313,
Metal Thangz,
Easy Going,
Aswad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Susan Cadogan,
World's Most,
The Martian,
John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Nirvana,
The Knickerbockers,
Roger Hodgson,
Nils Olav,
Jimmy McGriff,
Schoolly D,
The Gories,
The Fuzztones,
The Cure,
Niagra,
The Last Poets,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Offenders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agitation Free,
James White and The Blacks,
Drexciya,
Thee Headcoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Zeros,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Normal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scientists,
Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.