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 Nepal and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Pantaleimon,
Scan 7,
Moebius,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reagan Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blake Baxter,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Michelle Simonal,
Chrome,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Index,
Ituana,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wally Richardson,
The Smiths,
Thompson Twins,
Rites of Spring,
The Kinks,
The Happenings,
a-ha,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Lynne,
Magma,
Delta 5,
Infiniti,
kango's stein massive,
10cc,
Zapp,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tommy Roe,
Rapeman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shoche,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Christie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Velvet Underground,
Porter Ricks,
Lalo Schifrin,
LL Cool J,
Marmalade,
The Victims,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül,
Spoonie Gee,
Deepchord,
The Dead C,
Fugazi,
Eric Copeland,
R.M.O.,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.