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 Angola and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Detroit Cobras to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gladiators,
Lindisfarne,
Accadde A,
ABC,
Janne Schatter,
New Age Steppers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
Aswad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
La Düsseldorf,
Skarface,
Yusef Lateef,
World's Most,
Mars,
Porter Ricks,
Wire,
KRS-One,
Suicide,
Dennis Brown,
Hoover,
The Slits,
Al Stewart,
Lightning Bolt,
Crooked Eye,
The Cramps,
Man Parrish,
Minutemen,
Pussy Galore,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Lydon,
Ludus,
Monolake,
Wolf Eyes,
Faust,
the Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Boz Scaggs,
Clear Light,
Ossler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Goldenarms,
Malaria!,
The Kinks,
Little Man,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pagans,
Iggy Pop,
the Normal,
Arthur Verocai,
Visage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harry Pussy,
The Smiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Christie,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.