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 Madagascar 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rock 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Cameo,
The Motions,
Gichy Dan,
Minnie Riperton,
Whodini,
Johnny Clarke,
Marmalade,
Ronnie Foster,
Au Pairs,
Camberwell Now,
Hardrive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronan,
Peter and Kerry,
Idris Muhammad,
Average White Band,
Derrick May,
The Blackbyrds,
Tears for Fears,
Faust,
The Beau Brummels,
The Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scientists,
Vladislav Delay,
Das Ding,
Piero Umiliani,
Barry Ungar,
Slick Rick,
Pulsallama,
Brothers Johnson,
David Bowie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q65,
Arcadia,
Bush Tetras,
World's Most,
The Gap Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Darondo,
The Raincoats,
Stiv Bators,
The Trojans,
Neu!,
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Patti Smith,
John Foxx,
Ultravox,
Camouflage,
Malaria!,
The Residents,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deakin,
Godley & Creme,
Aural Exciters,
CMW,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.