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 Bahrain and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Simply Red to the dance 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fluxion,
Chris Corsano,
Eurythmics,
Cameo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Newcleus,
Agent Orange,
Rapeman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faust,
The J.B.'s,
Section 25,
Alton Ellis,
Yazoo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angry Samoans,
Darondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slackers,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Bowie,
Lower 48,
Laurel Aitken,
Lee Hazlewood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Lydon,
Crooked Eye,
Grey Daturas,
LL Cool J,
Mantronix,
The Litter,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gories,
Tommy Roe,
Arab on Radar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blues Magoos,
Gong,
the Association,
Joe Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
The Gap Band,
The Standells,
Soul II Soul,
Mr. Review,
Symarip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Colin Newman,
The Gun Club,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dave Gahan,
Skriet,
The Beau Brummels,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.