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 Zambia and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Gong to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swell Maps,
Wasted Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalann,
B.T. Express,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Foxx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Los Fastidios,
The Cowsills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Faust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Icehouse,
10cc,
Supertramp,
Radio Birdman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
Severed Heads,
DJ Style,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABBA,
Shoche,
Kayak,
The Fuzztones,
Boz Scaggs,
Flash Fearless,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Simply Red,
the Normal,
Black Bananas,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skriet,
David Axelrod,
Eric Copeland,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Knickerbockers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visage,
The Trojans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bad Manners,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sonics,
Darondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.