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 Cyprus and from London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 The Star Department to the grime 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Joy Division,
Pantytec,
Joyce Sims,
John Holt,
The Vogues,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric B and Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Wasted Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Fraelich,
The Leaves,
The Misunderstood,
Theoretical Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mummies,
the Normal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Juan Atkins,
The Angels of Light,
The Invisible,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sight & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slick Rick,
The Litter,
Johnny Osbourne,
a-ha,
Little Man,
Parry Music,
Lucky Dragons,
the Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Blancmange,
New Age Steppers,
Pussy Galore,
Make Up,
The Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fatback Band,
Livin' Joy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scientists,
Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scion,
The Durutti Column,
Don Cherry,
Swell Maps,
Eddi Front,
Minutemen,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.