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 Cuba and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sly & The Family Stone 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Litter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Malaria!,
Black Sheep,
Faraquet,
Junior Murvin,
The Move,
Inner City,
The Leaves,
The New Christs,
ABC,
Camberwell Now,
June Days,
Fat Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Althea and Donna,
Blancmange,
Tears for Fears,
Warsaw,
CMW,
Scrapy,
Scion,
The Human League,
JFA,
Moss Icon,
Magazine,
The Zeros,
Saccharine Trust,
Grauzone,
Pagans,
Joe Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Fluxion,
Moby Grape,
Cheater Slicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Al Stewart,
Swell Maps,
X-101,
Barrington Levy,
Television,
Rotary Connection,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed,
The Knickerbockers,
Fatback Band,
Scan 7,
Khruangbin,
Boz Scaggs,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Pretty Things,
OOIOO,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gichy Dan,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.