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 Sri Lanka and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Smog to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Toasters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aural Exciters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Standells,
Sight & Sound,
Technova,
Black Moon,
Rites of Spring,
Tom Boy,
The Neon Judgement,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doobie Brothers,
June Days,
Hot Snakes,
Crooked Eye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
E-Dancer,
PIL,
L. Decosne,
Heaven 17,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gun Club,
Donny Hathaway,
Agent Orange,
Q and Not U,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Terry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slits,
Babytalk,
The Kinks,
The Martian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxy Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra,
Minutemen,
Anakelly,
Erasure,
Brick,
Aswad,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magazine,
the Normal,
Ten City,
Public Enemy,
Mad Mike,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barry Ungar,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Sherman,
Colin Newman,
Boredoms,
Suburban Knight,
The Seeds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Music Machine,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.