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 Austria 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
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 spring reverb 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Christie,
Ludus,
Marvin Gaye,
Eurythmics,
Gang Green,
The Seeds,
Easy Going,
Motorama,
Pussy Galore,
Brick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mojo Men,
Alphaville,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Laurel Aitken,
Sister Nancy,
Wally Richardson,
The Moleskins,
Arthur Verocai,
EPMD,
Cheater Slicks,
Talk Talk,
The Gap Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
June of 44,
Bootsy Collins,
Kurtis Blow,
Ituana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Saints,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Skaos,
Charles Mingus,
KRS-One,
Tubeway Army,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Essential Logic,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lakeside,
Jeff Lynne,
Mantronix,
Pole,
Alice Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Agent Orange,
The Evens,
The Slits,
Aswad,
Crash Course in Science,
The Red Krayola,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bob Dylan,
The Martian,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.