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 Sierra Leone and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gang of Four to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Swans,
Pussy Galore,
Liliput,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stetsasonic,
Don Cherry,
ABC,
Suicide,
Pharoah Sanders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacob Miller,
Talk Talk,
Underground Resistance,
Anakelly,
Johnny Clarke,
Lungfish,
Janne Schatter,
Television Personalities,
Spoonie Gee,
Jandek,
Rod Modell,
Metal Thangz,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camberwell Now,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reagan Youth,
The Cure,
Pylon,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Pus,
Leonard Cohen,
The Zeros,
Little Man,
Henry Cow,
John Holt,
Amazonics,
Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unwound,
Royal Trux,
Fluxion,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick May,
Desert Stars,
Mad Mike,
New York Dolls,
The Gap Band,
Pantytec,
The Offenders,
Depeche Mode,
Country Teasers,
Roger Hodgson,
Flipper,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.