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 Micronesia and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yaz to the dance 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Sixth Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sandy B,
Moby Grape,
Black Pus,
Black Bananas,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Dolphy,
Archie Shepp,
The Mojo Men,
Hashim,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cramps,
The Index,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang On A Can,
Joyce Sims,
Scratch Acid,
Idris Muhammad,
Slick Rick,
Depeche Mode,
The Names,
The Victims,
One Last Wish,
Symarip,
Babytalk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Technova,
Terry Callier,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minny Pops,
The Fugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fad Gadget,
The Star Department,
Aural Exciters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nils Olav,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun City Girls,
F. McDonald,
Spoonie Gee,
The American Breed,
This Heat,
Blancmange,
Erykah Badu,
Moss Icon,
Henry Cow,
ABC,
Mr. Review,
Barrington Levy,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.