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 Honduras and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
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 spring reverb 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 Ronan to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Christie,
The J.B.'s,
The Remains,
Gang Gang Dance,
Buzzcocks,
Scan 7,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sandy B,
June Days,
The Gun Club,
Soul II Soul,
Young Marble Giants,
Moss Icon,
Iggy Pop,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Enemy,
Thee Headcoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Excepter,
Brothers Johnson,
Rufus Thomas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronnie Foster,
Niagra,
Pantaleimon,
The Skatalites,
Goldenarms,
Don Cherry,
Yusef Lateef,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Knickerbockers,
the Sonics,
The Gladiators,
The Five Americans,
Graham Central Station,
Moebius,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chrome,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swans,
Kayak,
The Move,
The Fuzztones,
Main Source,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wally Richardson,
The Gap Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quantec,
Symarip,
Sam Rivers,
Darondo,
The Smiths,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.