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 Ukraine and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Soulsonic Force to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers 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?
Johnny Clarke,
Animal Collective,
Fatback Band,
The Victims,
Black Bananas,
Deepchord,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gun Club,
The Cramps,
The Stooges,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Piero Umiliani,
The Count Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barry Ungar,
Lyres,
Eli Mardock,
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vainqueur,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Happenings,
FM Einheit,
Funky Four + One,
Scratch Acid,
Fad Gadget,
Country Teasers,
Smog,
The Fall,
Niagra,
The Fuzztones,
the Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Hardrive,
Sixth Finger,
The Kinks,
The Standells,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Mills,
This Heat,
The Sound,
Mandrill,
Drexciya,
The Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Dave Gahan,
The Index,
Neil Young,
Lightning Bolt,
The Searchers,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Darondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.