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 Togo and from London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Scientists to the rock 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Skriet,
Jawbox,
Arab on Radar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Hood,
JFA,
The Blues Magoos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Supertramp,
Spoonie Gee,
Yellowson,
Sister Nancy,
The American Breed,
Eddi Front,
Lungfish,
Eden Ahbez,
Eurythmics,
Minutemen,
Brand Nubian,
Mars,
Pantaleimon,
John Holt,
a-ha,
Vainqueur,
Oblivians,
Zapp,
Warsaw,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gabor Szabo,
China Crisis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Procol Harum,
Metal Thangz,
Roger Hodgson,
The Offenders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultravox,
Eli Mardock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Trumans Water,
Unwound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Gang Dance,
David McCallum,
Circle Jerks,
Motorama,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
One Last Wish,
The Remains,
John Foxx,
John Cale,
The Techniques,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cybotron,
The Smoke,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.