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 Philippines and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
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 mellotron 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 Skarface to the electroclash 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Fat Boys,
Motorama,
June of 44,
Metal Thangz,
Slave,
Neu!,
Joy Division,
D'Angelo,
Gabor Szabo,
Q65,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Bourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fortunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Joey Negro,
Barrington Levy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radio Birdman,
Peter & Gordon,
The Wake,
Faraquet,
The Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nirvana,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kevin Saunderson,
48th St. Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
The Associates,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang of Four,
Crime,
Erasure,
The Smiths,
Surgeon,
Wally Richardson,
Crooked Eye,
Shuggie Otis,
The Index,
Kaleidoscope,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Clarke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quadrant,
The Selecter,
Unwound,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Whodini,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flipper,
The Black Dice,
The Gap Band,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Sneak,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.