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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Erykah Badu to the punk 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Steve Hackett,
The American Breed,
Niagra,
UT,
Neil Young,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Raincoats,
Guru Guru,
Jandek,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amazonics,
The Real Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Morten Harket,
Eden Ahbez,
Gabor Szabo,
Con Funk Shun,
Wolf Eyes,
Funkadelic,
Bill Wells,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlback,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faraquet,
Slick Rick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Blossom Toes,
Cecil Taylor,
Sparks,
The Selecter,
The Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Dennis Brown,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shuggie Otis,
The Toasters,
Severed Heads,
June Days,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alphaville,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Patti Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crooked Eye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Franke,
the Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxette,
The Index,
Eddi Front,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Schoolly D,
Arab on Radar,
Fatback Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.