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 Cyprus and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Ponytail to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Aswad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxette,
Cymande,
Brick,
Excepter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dave Gahan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lakeside,
MC5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Shoche,
Sonic Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Alice Coltrane,
Mars,
X-101,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joy Division,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Little Man,
The Divine Comedy,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fuzztones,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fear,
The Toasters,
Hashim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Age Steppers,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Terry,
Ken Boothe,
Jacques Brel,
Altered Images,
Hardrive,
Joe Finger,
The Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Buckinghams,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suicide,
Gang Green,
JFA,
China Crisis,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.