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 Paraguay and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the techno 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Eve St. Jones,
The New Christs,
The Kinks,
Ultra Naté,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantytec,
Average White Band,
Fad Gadget,
Kaleidoscope,
Erasure,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Bob Dylan,
Monolake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed,
Wally Richardson,
Deepchord,
Japan,
DNA,
Visage,
The Wake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Patti Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Certain Ratio,
Sound Behaviour,
Arthur Verocai,
Magma,
Radiohead,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young,
Radio Birdman,
Kas Product,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Finger,
In Retrospect,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mo-Dettes,
Davy DMX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sight & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brand Nubian,
Black Sheep,
The Smiths,
Niagra,
Fluxion,
Charles Mingus,
Sister Nancy,
Scion,
The Evens,
Au Pairs,
Cameo,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reagan Youth,
Cymande,
Rekid,
Vladislav Delay,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.