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 Solomon Islands and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 Fire Engines to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The Litter,
Little Man,
Technova,
Liliput,
Isaac Hayes,
the Human League,
cv313,
Rekid,
Adolescents,
Television,
Stiv Bators,
Jacques Brel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Khruangbin,
Public Enemy,
Fatback Band,
Jandek,
Fad Gadget,
KRS-One,
The Monks,
Pantaleimon,
the Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Selecter,
Peter and Kerry,
The Victims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Starr,
Royal Trux,
Agitation Free,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suicide,
The J.B.'s,
Hashim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reagan Youth,
Quadrant,
Kaleidoscope,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Godley & Creme,
Lower 48,
John Lydon,
The Fortunes,
the Association,
DJ Style,
Stereo Dub,
Mantronix,
Blossom Toes,
Joyce Sims,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxette,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minutemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Lalann,
Ronan,
Derrick Morgan,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.