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 Tonga and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Black Moon to the grunge 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Mr. Review,
Bob Dylan,
Davy DMX,
Shoche,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
The Gap Band,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Rundgren,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Christie,
The Zeros,
Eurythmics,
Patti Smith,
David Bowie,
Sarah Menescal,
Eve St. Jones,
Adolescents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lower 48,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ornette Coleman,
Wire,
Goldenarms,
Todd Terry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mandrill,
Laurel Aitken,
Camberwell Now,
Trumans Water,
Dave Gahan,
Smog,
The Knickerbockers,
Boredoms,
Symarip,
T.S.O.L.,
the Normal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zero Boys,
E-Dancer,
Jerry's Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bluetip,
Fad Gadget,
cv313,
Joe Finger,
The Offenders,
Pantytec,
Donald Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Audionom,
Fear,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy Collins,
Hoover,
Robert Görl,
Dorothy Ashby,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.