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 Romania and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Oblivians to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Happenings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skriet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
World's Most,
Grauzone,
The Toasters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
The Raincoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Wally Richardson,
Swell Maps,
Sight & Sound,
Harmonia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pole,
Drexciya,
Interpol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
kango's stein massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gladiators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moleskins,
Lyres,
The Offenders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quadrant,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
The Leaves,
Moby Grape,
Magma,
Cheater Slicks,
This Heat,
Erykah Badu,
Inner City,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Move,
Wings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blossom Toes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Kinks,
Youth Brigade,
Main Source,
Amon Düül II,
Desert Stars,
Nico,
Kaleidoscope,
Reagan Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.