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 Haiti and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Los Fastidios to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arthur Verocai,
Laurel Aitken,
Fat Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
The J.B.'s,
Black Bananas,
Tres Demented,
Boz Scaggs,
Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed,
Brick,
New York Dolls,
The Modern Lovers,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Finger,
The Residents,
The Vogues,
The Slits,
Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Reuben Wilson,
Minutemen,
Sugar Minott,
Funky Four + One,
Roxy Music,
Deepchord,
Talk Talk,
Popol Vuh,
Harmonia,
Scan 7,
Cybotron,
The Last Poets,
Danielle Patucci,
Nik Kershaw,
Boredoms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Adolescents,
Pylon,
Marmalade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Machine,
X-101,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris Corsano,
Moss Icon,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gun Club,
The Invisible,
Country Teasers,
Ludus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang of Four,
Delta 5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Michelle Simonal,
Das Ding,
The Neon Judgement,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.