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 Ivory Coast and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Byrd to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Buzzcocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gichy Dan,
Au Pairs,
Terry Callier,
DJ Style,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mr. Review,
The Toasters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pagans,
La Düsseldorf,
ABC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ice-T,
Main Source,
The Buckinghams,
Marvin Gaye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suburban Knight,
The Mojo Men,
Crash Course in Science,
Flipper,
Marc Almond,
Lungfish,
Iggy Pop,
Monks,
John Cale,
The Wake,
Subhumans,
Inner City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quadrant,
Clear Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül II,
Amon Düül,
Organ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skriet,
Sarah Menescal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
China Crisis,
Joy Division,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cure,
The Leaves,
Jeff Mills,
Eddi Front,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonic Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ituana,
Lindisfarne,
Simply Red,
Index,
John Holt,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.