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 Dominican Republic and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Adolescents to the funk 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
EPMD,
Whodini,
Fad Gadget,
Danielle Patucci,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ice-T,
The Dirtbombs,
Little Man,
Suburban Knight,
Albert Ayler,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Intrusion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
F. McDonald,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang of Four,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
the Germs,
Reuben Wilson,
Maleditus Sound,
Moby Grape,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cramps,
Porter Ricks,
Brick,
Gang Green,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Alarm Clocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Negative Approach,
The Fortunes,
Wally Richardson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echospace,
Grauzone,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Near,
PIL,
The Happenings,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rekid,
Bob Dylan,
the Sonics,
Jandek,
Ohio Players,
The Count Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultravox,
Judy Mowatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flipper,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.