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 Lesotho and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Spandau Ballet to the jazz 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cosmic Jokers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bluetip,
Slave,
Iggy Pop,
Underground Resistance,
Camouflage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pagans,
Altered Images,
Sam Rivers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swell Maps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Easy Going,
Spandau Ballet,
The Barracudas,
Goldenarms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Near,
Surgeon,
Audionom,
Nirvana,
Chris Corsano,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The United States of America,
Silicon Teens,
The Tremeloes,
Isaac Hayes,
Michelle Simonal,
Yellowson,
Ken Boothe,
Moss Icon,
Pylon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Max Romeo,
K-Klass,
the Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Suicide,
Throbbing Gristle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deakin,
Alice Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Halsall,
Minor Threat,
Jandek,
Royal Trux,
The Five Americans,
Scratch Acid,
Albert Ayler,
EPMD,
Index,
Derrick Morgan,
Tim Buckley,
Dead Boys,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.