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 Montenegro and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Modern Lovers to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quadrant,
Dennis Brown,
Ituana,
Main Source,
Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eddi Front,
Moebius,
Mo-Dettes,
These Immortal Souls,
the Bar-Kays,
ABC,
DJ Sneak,
Loose Ends,
Rufus Thomas,
Stiv Bators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warsaw,
Donald Byrd,
DNA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Royal Trux,
Lyres,
Kenny Larkin,
The Motions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anakelly,
Camberwell Now,
Newcleus,
The Gap Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Neon Judgement,
Yaz,
Patti Smith,
Black Flag,
Marshall Jefferson,
Easy Going,
Inner City,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Frankie Knuckles,
T. Rex,
Average White Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
La Düsseldorf,
Young Marble Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sex Pistols,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wire,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul II Soul,
The Raincoats,
The Sonics,
Maurizio,
Wings,
Moss Icon,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.