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 Mauritania and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Cure 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Marmalade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott Heron,
Y Pants,
Anthony Braxton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warren Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Altered Images,
Gong,
Fugazi,
Soft Cell,
Darondo,
The Gun Club,
Funky Four + One,
Hot Snakes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fatback Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ohio Players,
In Retrospect,
The Cowsills,
Roger Hodgson,
The Neon Judgement,
Supertramp,
Fad Gadget,
Crime,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Carl Craig,
Warsaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Ludus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Desert Stars,
The Leaves,
Pantaleimon,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unrelated Segments,
Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
The Slits,
Ten City,
Dark Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Green,
Inner City,
Schoolly D,
Rosa Yemen,
Television Personalities,
CMW,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maleditus Sound,
Morten Harket,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.