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 Seychelles and from Salvador.
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 Glasgow and Johannesburg.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grandmaster Flash to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Index,
Sun City Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Carl Craig,
Youth Brigade,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Christie,
Rites of Spring,
Subhumans,
Essential Logic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flash Fearless,
Negative Approach,
Bill Wells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Durutti Column,
Unrelated Segments,
Terry Callier,
X-102,
Little Man,
Crime,
Maurizio,
Al Stewart,
The Grass Roots,
Darondo,
Soulsonic Force,
The Raincoats,
Agitation Free,
the Normal,
Mission of Burma,
Deakin,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalo Schifrin,
Adolescents,
Connie Case,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moss Icon,
The United States of America,
Nico,
ABC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blancmange,
The Walker Brothers,
This Heat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skriet,
The Slackers,
Franke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visage,
Cluster,
Bush Tetras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joyce Sims,
Intrusion,
June of 44,
The Standells,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.