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 Argentina and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fuzztones,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Detroit Cobras,
Susan Cadogan,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Howard Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Arcadia,
Underground Resistance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moebius,
Duran Duran,
The Smiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Wake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Kinks,
Loose Ends,
Adolescents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
The Birthday Party,
B.T. Express,
Scientists,
MC5,
Marc Almond,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxy Music,
Steve Hackett,
James White and The Blacks,
PIL,
The Neon Judgement,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harmonia,
Rufus Thomas,
Mission of Burma,
Skriet,
Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drexciya,
Mantronix,
K-Klass,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fall,
The Blackbyrds,
JFA,
The Walker Brothers,
David McCallum,
Jerry's Kids,
Clear Light,
Rotary Connection,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.