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 Chad and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Brothers Johnson to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Eurythmics,
The Offenders,
Erasure,
Camouflage,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smoke,
The Star Department,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül,
Grauzone,
Hasil Adkins,
Heaven 17,
Porter Ricks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Toasters,
Tom Boy,
Niagra,
the Bar-Kays,
Dark Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wire,
Marine Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Leonard Cohen,
10cc,
Bronski Beat,
This Heat,
Y Pants,
The Slackers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rod Modell,
Sun City Girls,
Jawbox,
The Smiths,
Metal Thangz,
Sound Behaviour,
Boz Scaggs,
Deakin,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
Eric Copeland,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quantec,
Sonic Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Real Kids,
T. Rex,
Flipper,
Lakeside,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
the Swans,
Prince Buster,
Marvin Gaye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Index,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.