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 Kuwait 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang Gang Dance to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
MDC,
The Dirtbombs,
Shuggie Otis,
Scion,
David Bowie,
Deadbeat,
The New Christs,
The Evens,
Grey Daturas,
Yusef Lateef,
Khruangbin,
The Blues Magoos,
Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smiths,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Moby Grape,
Swell Maps,
The J.B.'s,
Schoolly D,
The Move,
Underground Resistance,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Machine,
LL Cool J,
Lalann,
Blossom Toes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Graham Central Station,
Silicon Teens,
Traffic Nightmare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thompson Twins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flipper,
Bauhaus,
Guru Guru,
Alton Ellis,
The Invisible,
Eurythmics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Bananas,
Juan Atkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Christie,
Derrick May,
Marmalade,
Icehouse,
Main Source,
Steve Hackett,
The Red Krayola,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shoche,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Patti Smith,
Pantytec,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.