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 Romania and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Susan Cadogan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blues Magoos,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Human League,
Outsiders,
Joey Negro,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amazonics,
Cluster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minor Threat,
The Martian,
The Doors,
Ultra Naté,
Nico,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pylon,
Al Stewart,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tim Buckley,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ken Boothe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stetsasonic,
The Count Five,
Ohio Players,
Desert Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Interpol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barclay James Harvest,
This Heat,
Josef K,
Depeche Mode,
Loose Ends,
The Seeds,
the Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funky Four + One,
Public Image Ltd.,
Average White Band,
Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Normal,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Human League,
Pole,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gap Band,
Eddi Front,
Patti Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
The Black Dice,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Buckinghams,
Blossom Toes,
Grey Daturas,
Theoretical Girls,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.