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 Cuba and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Pop Group to the techno 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Duran Duran,
Delta 5,
The Mojo Men,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Associates,
Moebius,
The Index,
Panda Bear,
The Dead C,
Barry Ungar,
The Count Five,
X-102,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül II,
Monks,
The American Breed,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerri Chandler,
Thee Headcoats,
The Vogues,
Max Romeo,
Marshall Jefferson,
One Last Wish,
the Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Stetsasonic,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gories,
The Selecter,
the Association,
Wolf Eyes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Niagra,
Danielle Patucci,
Fear,
UT,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hashim,
Porter Ricks,
Patti Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kas Product,
Underground Resistance,
The Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rufus Thomas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cameo,
MDC,
Marvin Gaye,
Reuben Wilson,
MC5,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.