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 Sudan and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Gang Green 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Laurel Aitken,
Arab on Radar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Fraelich,
Deakin,
Roxette,
Section 25,
Fat Boys,
The Slackers,
Hasil Adkins,
Heaven 17,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joyce Sims,
Livin' Joy,
Erasure,
Funkadelic,
The Fall,
Bobby Byrd,
Kas Product,
Whodini,
Sam Rivers,
Lalo Schifrin,
kango's stein massive,
John Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rapeman,
Half Japanese,
Jacob Miller,
T.S.O.L.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
One Last Wish,
Blossom Toes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Morten Harket,
Wally Richardson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rites of Spring,
The Selecter,
The Velvet Underground,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Sheep,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dead Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Holt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gichy Dan,
Isaac Hayes,
Scion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rod Modell,
Lucky Dragons,
Lakeside,
The Mummies,
Tomorrow,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.