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 San Marino and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joyce Sims,
T.S.O.L.,
Depeche Mode,
Sight & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Porter Ricks,
The Stooges,
The Five Americans,
Nas,
Masters at Work,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The United States of America,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
10cc,
48th St. Collective,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiopuhelimet,
This Heat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pulsallama,
Bob Dylan,
Warsaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Fraelich,
Aaron Thompson,
Delta 5,
Talk Talk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suicide,
Faust,
Q65,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Franke,
Sex Pistols,
The Cure,
Albert Ayler,
Au Pairs,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gun Club,
Interpol,
Rapeman,
Dual Sessions,
AZ,
Glenn Branca,
B.T. Express,
JFA,
The Offenders,
Danielle Patucci,
Siglo XX,
Sällskapet,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.