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 Oman and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Accadde A to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yusef Lateef,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chrome,
Lakeside,
Bootsy Collins,
Sound Behaviour,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Little Man,
the Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Unwound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Supertramp,
Hoover,
Fatback Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Boredoms,
Rapeman,
Delta 5,
Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Crooked Eye,
B.T. Express,
Pierre Henry,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Excepter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slits,
Bronski Beat,
Ponytail,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Isaac Hayes,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Green,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacques Brel,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.