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 Kazakhstan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Doors to the grime 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 Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alphaville,
Sällskapet,
New York Dolls,
Minny Pops,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacob Miller,
The Stooges,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Girls At Our Best!,
Malaria!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brick,
Shoche,
The Monochrome Set,
James White and The Blacks,
Joey Negro,
Sex Pistols,
Agitation Free,
Davy DMX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Nico,
the Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Swell Maps,
Quando Quango,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Residents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Misunderstood,
Trumans Water,
Banda Bassotti,
Sam Rivers,
Nirvana,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gun Club,
Scientists,
The Divine Comedy,
Sixth Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Byron Stingily,
cv313,
Bill Wells,
ABBA,
The Fugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alison Limerick,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Flag,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Camouflage,
Suicide,
Bad Manners,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.