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 Iceland and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Juan Atkins to the dance 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Vainqueur,
Quando Quango,
Agent Orange,
Minny Pops,
The Motions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Normal,
The Raincoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fluxion,
The Modern Lovers,
L. Decosne,
Section 25,
Black Flag,
Scientists,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The New Christs,
The Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Eddi Front,
the Sonics,
Franke,
Accadde A,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Technova,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
X-101,
The Young Rascals,
Jandek,
Rapeman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scrapy,
X-102,
Arcadia,
The Dead C,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sam Rivers,
Crash Course in Science,
Popol Vuh,
Kas Product,
Whodini,
Kevin Saunderson,
MC5,
Jeff Mills,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.