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 Bahamas and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Star Department,
Ken Boothe,
Second Layer,
Circle Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Happenings,
the Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Schoolly D,
Altered Images,
Metal Thangz,
MDC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Curtis Mayfield,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Offenders,
June Days,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Outsiders,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mummies,
Rosa Yemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
China Crisis,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Techniques,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nirvana,
Prince Buster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blake Baxter,
Scion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tommy Roe,
Morten Harket,
Supertramp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thee Headcoats,
The Index,
The Five Americans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
a-ha,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mojo Men,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul II Soul,
Symarip,
Amon Düül,
The Leaves,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.