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 Spain and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Holger Czukay 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the punk 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Womack,
Hot Snakes,
Loose Ends,
MC5,
The Buckinghams,
Slave,
Scrapy,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick May,
The Monks,
UT,
The Blues Magoos,
Joyce Sims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boredoms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
kango's stein massive,
Ludus,
Iggy Pop,
The Evens,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Moby Grape,
Black Bananas,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker,
Fluxion,
Eurythmics,
Banda Bassotti,
LL Cool J,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Rundgren,
Warsaw,
Mandrill,
Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Half Japanese,
Robert Görl,
Terrestrial Tones,
Max Romeo,
Ornette Coleman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Section 25,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-101,
Alison Limerick,
Neu!,
The Remains,
Drexciya,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.