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 New Zealand and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Blossom Toes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Darondo,
Bill Near,
The Cure,
Graham Central Station,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Holt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dead C,
Ultravox,
The Neon Judgement,
Half Japanese,
Jawbox,
ABC,
Gang Starr,
the Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
Bush Tetras,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dual Sessions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Association,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roger Hodgson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Walker Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Siglo XX,
Cecil Taylor,
Au Pairs,
Arthur Verocai,
The Human League,
Connie Case,
Television Personalities,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Symarip,
The Busters,
FM Einheit,
The Barracudas,
Fad Gadget,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-Ray Spex,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brass Construction,
Arab on Radar,
Gong,
Mars,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed,
The Techniques,
Soul II Soul,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Hood,
Subhumans,
Fluxion,
Alton Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.