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 Cape Verde and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Goldenarms to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Pylon,
Mantronix,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Mars,
Bauhaus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stiv Bators,
The Motions,
Joyce Sims,
The Gladiators,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mummies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fad Gadget,
The Durutti Column,
Jacob Miller,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Barracudas,
Surgeon,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thompson Twins,
Youth Brigade,
June Days,
John Cale,
Camouflage,
Alphaville,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Talk Talk,
Derrick Morgan,
Al Stewart,
Flash Fearless,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
The Red Krayola,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Sixth Finger,
David McCallum,
OOIOO,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wally Richardson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra,
Das Ding,
Minutemen,
John Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camberwell Now,
Underground Resistance,
Henry Cow,
Newcleus,
Alton Ellis,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.