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 Poland and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Heaven 17 to the grunge 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges 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?
Bush Tetras,
Isaac Hayes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Foxx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Clear Light,
Kas Product,
The Knickerbockers,
The Zeros,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Enemy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Buckinghams,
The Monks,
LL Cool J,
Stetsasonic,
Sex Pistols,
Gang of Four,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Au Pairs,
Excepter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Near,
48th St. Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Half Japanese,
Livin' Joy,
Mandrill,
The Count Five,
Deakin,
Joe Smooth,
Section 25,
The Moody Blues,
The Stooges,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Byrd,
Skaos,
The Pretty Things,
X-102,
PIL,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Connie Case,
The Divine Comedy,
the Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronnie Foster,
Joensuu 1685,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sixth Finger,
Erasure,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABC,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.