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 Liechtenstein and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Davy DMX to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Glenn Branca,
The Skatalites,
The Gories,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed,
Marine Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Scrapy,
Inner City,
Japan,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers,
Country Teasers,
the Association,
Toni Rubio,
Blossom Toes,
Monks,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Almond,
The Busters,
Con Funk Shun,
Rekid,
L. Decosne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Letta Mbulu,
ABC,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Radio Birdman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eve St. Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Fraelich,
T.S.O.L.,
Ohio Players,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacob Miller,
Half Japanese,
Smog,
June Days,
the Germs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grauzone,
Freddie Wadling,
The Black Dice,
The Residents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Can,
PIL,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.