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 Nicaragua and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lyres to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Chris & Cosey,
the Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Blake Baxter,
The Pretty Things,
Letta Mbulu,
Skaos,
Japan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Buzzcocks,
The Golliwogs,
Quadrant,
The Vogues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy Collins,
E-Dancer,
UT,
Jandek,
Depeche Mode,
Black Bananas,
John Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Byron Stingily,
10cc,
Nirvana,
Maurizio,
Rapeman,
Angry Samoans,
Siglo XX,
Babytalk,
Kerrie Biddell,
China Crisis,
Can,
ABC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Y Pants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yellowson,
The Selecter,
Kurtis Blow,
Hashim,
MC5,
Loose Ends,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Hill,
Half Japanese,
FM Einheit,
Funky Four + One,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül II,
the Human League,
Nas,
LL Cool J,
The Techniques,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Infiniti,
Slick Rick,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.