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 Samoa and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
the Bar-Kays,
The Modern Lovers,
Sister Nancy,
Metal Thangz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxette,
The Young Rascals,
Technova,
The Red Krayola,
Sun City Girls,
Josef K,
Kas Product,
Magma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris Corsano,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funky Four + One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radio Birdman,
Alison Limerick,
Morten Harket,
Cal Tjader,
Pulsallama,
Pagans,
The Barracudas,
Black Flag,
Porter Ricks,
Boz Scaggs,
Buzzcocks,
Graham Central Station,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fugazi,
Vladislav Delay,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
Little Man,
Dave Gahan,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mr. Review,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Davy DMX,
Tropical Tobacco,
One Last Wish,
Anakelly,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zapp,
Nico,
Country Teasers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hashim,
Bill Near,
Eden Ahbez,
Boredoms,
Skaos,
AZ,
The Fugs,
Popol Vuh,
Gichy Dan,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.