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 Cambodia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Durutti Column to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
David McCallum,
The Knickerbockers,
Anakelly,
UT,
Archie Shepp,
The Music Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Wells,
the Sonics,
D'Angelo,
The Black Dice,
The New Christs,
Flipper,
Lucky Dragons,
Oneida,
Brothers Johnson,
Tears for Fears,
Warren Ellis,
The Moleskins,
The Trojans,
The Kinks,
Reagan Youth,
Mars,
Sam Rivers,
The Fuzztones,
The Saints,
Outsiders,
H. Thieme,
The Happenings,
Anthony Braxton,
Average White Band,
Yellowson,
Crime,
Maurizio,
Matthew Halsall,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alphaville,
Bang On A Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minutemen,
Guru Guru,
The Star Department,
The United States of America,
Dave Gahan,
Goldenarms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deakin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pole,
Piero Umiliani,
Liliput,
Prince Buster,
Eden Ahbez,
8 Eyed Spy,
Accadde A,
Pantytec,
Hoover,
Zero Boys,
Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.