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 Austria and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
David McCallum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pagans,
Lou Reed,
Metal Thangz,
Delta 5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Human League,
Bluetip,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharoah Sanders,
The American Breed,
Fear,
Black Flag,
Bad Manners,
Black Bananas,
Sparks,
Archie Shepp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronan,
Mark Hollis,
Althea and Donna,
The Associates,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aural Exciters,
The Divine Comedy,
Cal Tjader,
F. McDonald,
Graham Central Station,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Litter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Urselle,
The Sound,
Y Pants,
Young Marble Giants,
Television,
Ice-T,
Skriet,
Boz Scaggs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maurizio,
Lower 48,
Flash Fearless,
Cheater Slicks,
Minny Pops,
Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Clarke,
Alice Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Porter Ricks,
The Barracudas,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.