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 Tonga and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Rosa Yemen to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
the Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
Rufus Thomas,
The Misunderstood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skriet,
Barry Ungar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wings,
The Cowsills,
The Moody Blues,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Bourne,
Marvin Gaye,
The Names,
Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
Depeche Mode,
Negative Approach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Technova,
Kerri Chandler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Darondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moleskins,
Glenn Branca,
Fatback Band,
The Walker Brothers,
The Move,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül II,
In Retrospect,
X-Ray Spex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Searchers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Association,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slackers,
Siglo XX,
Todd Terry,
Mo-Dettes,
Young Marble Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Eve St. Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
Maurizio,
Wally Richardson,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.