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 Yemen and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Monks to the grime 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hashim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
New York Dolls,
Pantytec,
Anthony Braxton,
Brass Construction,
The Searchers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Cale,
Surgeon,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare,
Eve St. Jones,
Howard Jones,
Stiv Bators,
Unrelated Segments,
John Lydon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rotary Connection,
Suicide,
Ice-T,
Outsiders,
Iggy Pop,
Scratch Acid,
John Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalann,
Lightning Bolt,
The Golliwogs,
Erasure,
Flash Fearless,
Roxette,
The Residents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
JFA,
Neu!,
Sällskapet,
Heaven 17,
Reagan Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
R.M.O.,
Pole,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alphaville,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Evens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tres Demented,
Dead Boys,
Flipper,
AZ,
Stereo Dub,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.