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 Zimbabwe and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 AZ to the grime 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scientists,
The J.B.'s,
Second Layer,
AZ,
Gang of Four,
The Flesh Eaters,
E-Dancer,
This Heat,
Flamin' Groovies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
The American Breed,
Morten Harket,
Half Japanese,
Technova,
MDC,
The Slackers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eve St. Jones,
Tom Boy,
The Dead C,
Shoche,
Young Marble Giants,
Agent Orange,
Surgeon,
Television Personalities,
Lyres,
Nirvana,
Con Funk Shun,
Ludus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalann,
The Cowsills,
Infiniti,
Ituana,
Dave Gahan,
Aloha Tigers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun City Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
The Trojans,
The Red Krayola,
Franke,
Joe Smooth,
Mandrill,
Amazonics,
The Move,
Crooked Eye,
The Moleskins,
The Last Poets,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cal Tjader,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.