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 Costa Rica and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the electroclash 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
June Days,
Barry Ungar,
Roxette,
Gichy Dan,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick May,
Bush Tetras,
Moby Grape,
CMW,
Nico,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Desert Stars,
a-ha,
Deepchord,
Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
The Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Average White Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang of Four,
Hashim,
Scrapy,
Danielle Patucci,
The Durutti Column,
EPMD,
Arthur Verocai,
Circle Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Flag,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Dolphy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magazine,
Cymande,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Sherman,
the Germs,
The Pop Group,
Dark Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MC5,
Soulsonic Force,
Suicide,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Trojans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stiv Bators,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mr. Review,
Mandrill,
Dennis Brown,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.