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 Columbus.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 The Toasters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
the Association,
Scan 7,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Lyres,
Anthony Braxton,
The Red Krayola,
The American Breed,
Gang of Four,
AZ,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minny Pops,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wasted Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Brass Construction,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott Heron,
Buzzcocks,
In Retrospect,
Public Enemy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Kinks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Sheep,
the Swans,
Yaz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Saccharine Trust,
Gerry Rafferty,
Banda Bassotti,
Sugar Minott,
Fat Boys,
Tommy Roe,
The Cramps,
Outsiders,
The Music Machine,
the Human League,
Hardrive,
Section 25,
Simply Red,
Josef K,
The Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Mark Hollis,
Zero Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Bush Tetras,
The New Christs,
Quantec,
Roxy Music,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.