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 Ethiopia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Victims to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Ken Boothe,
Lalann,
Section 25,
Grey Daturas,
Au Pairs,
The Happenings,
Television Personalities,
Dawn Penn,
Liliput,
Bauhaus,
The Techniques,
Severed Heads,
Gabor Szabo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
MDC,
DJ Style,
Funkadelic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Smog,
Eddi Front,
JFA,
Surgeon,
the Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Kayak,
Panda Bear,
Fela Kuti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Vogues,
T.S.O.L.,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Althea and Donna,
Echospace,
Sällskapet,
The Smiths,
Cluster,
The Red Krayola,
Aswad,
Robert Görl,
Infiniti,
Dark Day,
Pole,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Moon,
Godley & Creme,
Crime,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerri Chandler,
The Walker Brothers,
Newcleus,
The J.B.'s,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fall,
Bill Wells,
The Kinks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.