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 Latvia and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kinks to the grime 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science 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?
The Motions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Roger Hodgson,
Kayak,
Bobby Sherman,
Porter Ricks,
Warren Ellis,
Scientists,
Public Enemy,
The Fire Engines,
MDC,
Cal Tjader,
X-101,
Gang Green,
KRS-One,
The American Breed,
Gang Starr,
The Count Five,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fuzztones,
Sällskapet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fall,
Black Bananas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Icehouse,
Sight & Sound,
China Crisis,
Hardrive,
Barbara Tucker,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gladiators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sam Rivers,
AZ,
Agent Orange,
the Slits,
Newcleus,
Lou Christie,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Hill,
Stiv Bators,
The Gap Band,
Camouflage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erasure,
the Human League,
Cameo,
Bang On A Can,
Henry Cow,
Steve Hackett,
Thompson Twins,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Stooges,
Mark Hollis,
Piero Umiliani,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.