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 Japan and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Ronnie Foster 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed,
Kayak,
The Victims,
Jandek,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Goldenarms,
Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angry Samoans,
Pulsallama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young,
Robert Görl,
Eli Mardock,
Rites of Spring,
Dawn Penn,
Ronan,
Easy Going,
Banda Bassotti,
Mo-Dettes,
Fat Boys,
Junior Murvin,
The United States of America,
The Skatalites,
Jacob Miller,
The Invisible,
New Order,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Trumans Water,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Teasers,
Black Bananas,
the Normal,
The Last Poets,
Sister Nancy,
the Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alton Ellis,
Section 25,
Eric Copeland,
Rod Modell,
Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Christie,
Yusef Lateef,
Liliput,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.