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 Bahamas and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lindisfarne to the crunk 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Erasure,
Supertramp,
A Certain Ratio,
The Birthday Party,
Minny Pops,
OOIOO,
Stiv Bators,
Black Moon,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerri Chandler,
Stereo Dub,
Jandek,
Moby Grape,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marmalade,
The Wake,
Rapeman,
World's Most,
Kaleidoscope,
Magma,
Popol Vuh,
Curtis Mayfield,
PIL,
The Blues Magoos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Simply Red,
The Knickerbockers,
FM Einheit,
Warsaw,
The Techniques,
Blake Baxter,
Guru Guru,
Q and Not U,
The Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slits,
T. Rex,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Lyres,
Royal Trux,
the Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heaven 17,
Oblivians,
Nick Fraelich,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terrestrial Tones,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.