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 Angola and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aaron Thompson to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fuzztones,
Fatback Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Popol Vuh,
Rod Modell,
Tubeway Army,
Stiv Bators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Excepter,
Maleditus Sound,
H. Thieme,
Pantaleimon,
Davy DMX,
Sixth Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
World's Most,
The Searchers,
Agent Orange,
Soulsonic Force,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rapeman,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronnie Foster,
Surgeon,
Dead Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MC5,
David Bowie,
Depeche Mode,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dave Gahan,
The Gun Club,
Clear Light,
Youth Brigade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harpers Bizarre,
EPMD,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deadbeat,
Magazine,
The Velvet Underground,
Thompson Twins,
Pole,
ABC,
Public Image Ltd.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pop Group,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Wyatt,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Wells,
The Doors,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Skatalites,
The Monks,
The Golliwogs,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aloha Tigers,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.