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 Bahrain and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Agent Orange to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Country Teasers,
Alton Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Tears for Fears,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bauhaus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Scrapy,
Matthew Halsall,
Camberwell Now,
Faust,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Görl,
Infiniti,
Chris & Cosey,
Hardrive,
Absolute Body Control,
Brass Construction,
The Busters,
Harry Pussy,
Archie Shepp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hasil Adkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
These Immortal Souls,
Intrusion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kayak,
Zapp,
Yaz,
K-Klass,
Tom Boy,
Ten City,
MDC,
Lou Reed,
Byron Stingily,
John Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
Radio Birdman,
The Last Poets,
Pantytec,
Arab on Radar,
Stiv Bators,
Susan Cadogan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joensuu 1685,
The Selecter,
Kurtis Blow,
Mandrill,
Nick Fraelich,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Colin Newman,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.