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 Congo 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Steve Hackett to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Martian,
Ultravox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sex Pistols,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang of Four,
Gichy Dan,
Mars,
The Gladiators,
The Selecter,
This Heat,
Parry Music,
The Toasters,
The Barracudas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flipper,
Sparks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cameo,
The Remains,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moleskins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Hill,
Skriet,
Hot Snakes,
The Leaves,
Symarip,
Barry Ungar,
Swell Maps,
Roxy Music,
Prince Buster,
The Gun Club,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pagans,
Max Romeo,
Mission of Burma,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sixth Finger,
Connie Case,
The Trojans,
Bush Tetras,
Reuben Wilson,
Babytalk,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Normal,
David McCallum,
KRS-One,
Ituana,
Television,
The Gories,
Electric Light Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Davy DMX,
K-Klass,
Hardrive,
DJ Sneak,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.