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 Colombia and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 The Modern Lovers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Second Layer,
Dennis Brown,
The Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barry Ungar,
Clear Light,
Pagans,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Bourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yazoo,
Kas Product,
Rekid,
Joey Negro,
Nico,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Hill,
Nils Olav,
R.M.O.,
Lightning Bolt,
48th St. Collective,
The Gap Band,
the Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cramps,
Bluetip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pierre Henry,
Metal Thangz,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalann,
The Human League,
Roxette,
Cymande,
Quando Quango,
Popol Vuh,
Josef K,
The Evens,
The Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cowsills,
KRS-One,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Hood,
Sonic Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Pylon,
Make Up,
In Retrospect,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aaron Thompson,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.