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 East Timor and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
48th St. Collective,
The Leaves,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pere Ubu,
Chris Corsano,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smiths,
Grey Daturas,
Davy DMX,
the Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
The Wake,
Rhythm & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crooked Eye,
X-Ray Spex,
Second Layer,
The Residents,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Vogues,
Ice-T,
Barbara Tucker,
Skriet,
Black Bananas,
Tom Boy,
Lyres,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Star Department,
Marine Girls,
The Kinks,
Rosa Yemen,
Jawbox,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Near,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young,
Au Pairs,
A Certain Ratio,
Cameo,
Saccharine Trust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gun Club,
Nik Kershaw,
the Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Clear Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
E-Dancer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.