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 Belize and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Marine Girls to the electroclash 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Alton Ellis,
the Association,
Minnie Riperton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maleditus Sound,
Charles Mingus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mark Hollis,
Sandy B,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül II,
The Gun Club,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neu!,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Almond,
Fad Gadget,
Terrestrial Tones,
Niagra,
Whodini,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang of Four,
Byron Stingily,
Public Enemy,
Pagans,
Fela Kuti,
Brand Nubian,
Mars,
In Retrospect,
Radiohead,
Johnny Clarke,
Vainqueur,
Juan Atkins,
The Neon Judgement,
Godley & Creme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cybotron,
Janne Schatter,
Flipper,
Bill Near,
a-ha,
Goldenarms,
Arthur Verocai,
Tears for Fears,
Lalann,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sam Rivers,
Pere Ubu,
Young Marble Giants,
Ituana,
The Evens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
FM Einheit,
EPMD,
LL Cool J,
The Skatalites,
Cymande,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.