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 Croatia and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Magazine to the electroclash 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maurizio,
Susan Cadogan,
Pere Ubu,
Aloha Tigers,
Donny Hathaway,
Morten Harket,
Radio Birdman,
Suburban Knight,
Surgeon,
The New Christs,
The Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Cybotron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Organ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
The Divine Comedy,
Joey Negro,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Techniques,
Mandrill,
Eurythmics,
Swell Maps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neu!,
Amon Düül II,
The Cowsills,
The Fortunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Nico,
Alton Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Aural Exciters,
The Sonics,
Darondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
LL Cool J,
Bauhaus,
The Index,
The Skatalites,
Harry Pussy,
X-Ray Spex,
John Cale,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fad Gadget,
Rosa Yemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stereo Dub,
The Gladiators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Whodini,
Mr. Review,
The Cure,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fugs,
Funkadelic,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.