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 Lesotho and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wally Richardson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Babytalk,
cv313,
Bluetip,
Graham Central Station,
Davy DMX,
Ohio Players,
Circle Jerks,
Model 500,
Agent Orange,
Aural Exciters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blake Baxter,
Grauzone,
Rotary Connection,
Adolescents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slits,
Neu!,
Tim Buckley,
Infiniti,
Soft Cell,
The Fall,
Wings,
Amon Düül II,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vainqueur,
Second Layer,
Soul Sonic Force,
June of 44,
Sparks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Accadde A,
K-Klass,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
EPMD,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skaos,
Con Funk Shun,
China Crisis,
The Slackers,
a-ha,
Flipper,
Slick Rick,
The Tremeloes,
The Angels of Light,
Angry Samoans,
The Pretty Things,
Underground Resistance,
B.T. Express,
Barry Ungar,
Gang of Four,
Suicide,
Thompson Twins,
Siglo XX,
Young Marble Giants,
Japan,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.