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 Swaziland and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Altered Images to the rap 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Sällskapet,
David Bowie,
The J.B.'s,
Joy Division,
Gang of Four,
Parry Music,
Jandek,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare,
Drive Like Jehu,
JFA,
Sonic Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Anakelly,
Josef K,
The Durutti Column,
Jawbox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Los Fastidios,
Brass Construction,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
a-ha,
Panda Bear,
Bad Manners,
Delta 5,
Flash Fearless,
The Cowsills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Sherman,
Can,
The Vogues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Au Pairs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hardrive,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Althea and Donna,
Delon & Dalcan,
Banda Bassotti,
Lakeside,
Bobby Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
The Dave Clark Five,
David McCallum,
Model 500,
Ultra Naté,
Sarah Menescal,
Colin Newman,
Smog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monolake,
U.S. Maple,
Oneida,
Jeff Mills,
Connie Case,
Soft Machine,
Visage,
Cymande,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.