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 Bahamas and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Piero Umiliani to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Angry Samoans,
Ponytail,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Lynne,
The Searchers,
Public Enemy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers,
Banda Bassotti,
MC5,
Howard Jones,
Royal Trux,
Barry Ungar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monolake,
Motorama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
The Litter,
Dual Sessions,
Black Flag,
The Martian,
The Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
MDC,
Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alice Coltrane,
Nirvana,
Liliput,
Boz Scaggs,
T. Rex,
Second Layer,
Nas,
Theoretical Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dead Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Unwound,
Deepchord,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Hill,
New Order,
Masters at Work,
Skriet,
Lakeside,
Q and Not U,
John Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Dolphy,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.