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 Nepal and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Smog to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '60s 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 Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
the Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Cell,
Kayak,
Y Pants,
K-Klass,
Grey Daturas,
Ultra Naté,
Royal Trux,
June of 44,
R.M.O.,
Pantaleimon,
ABC,
Clear Light,
Japan,
Unwound,
a-ha,
the Soft Cell,
The Names,
Mission of Burma,
Surgeon,
Tom Boy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Wake,
T.S.O.L.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Symarip,
Altered Images,
Pierre Henry,
Groovy Waters,
Blossom Toes,
Donny Hathaway,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joensuu 1685,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warsaw,
Kas Product,
Tommy Roe,
kango's stein massive,
Fad Gadget,
Cameo,
Bobby Womack,
Eddi Front,
Cybotron,
Agitation Free,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Leaves,
The Five Americans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moebius,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Absolute Body Control,
Rufus Thomas,
The Music Machine,
Suicide,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Audionom,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.