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 Lithuania and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Moon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maleditus Sound,
John Lydon,
Slave,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Lynne,
Mr. Review,
Reagan Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gun Club,
Prince Buster,
Rufus Thomas,
The Neon Judgement,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Circle Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Pantytec,
Bad Manners,
Whodini,
Saccharine Trust,
Amazonics,
Cecil Taylor,
D'Angelo,
Warsaw,
Jandek,
Au Pairs,
Lalann,
The Fall,
Second Layer,
Erasure,
Malaria!,
Icehouse,
Deepchord,
Henry Cow,
Lucky Dragons,
X-102,
Theoretical Girls,
Heaven 17,
Charles Mingus,
Barbara Tucker,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Order,
Chris & Cosey,
Terry Callier,
The Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bob Dylan,
Black Flag,
The Mojo Men,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker,
Youth Brigade,
The Fortunes,
Television,
Iggy Pop,
Simply Red,
Inner City,
The Blues Magoos,
the Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.