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 Hungary and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Magma to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tears for Fears,
Janne Schatter,
Peter and Kerry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MDC,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mission of Burma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Birthday Party,
LL Cool J,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Archie Shepp,
Erykah Badu,
Q65,
The Gap Band,
Parry Music,
Robert Hood,
Pantaleimon,
Laurel Aitken,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Bananas,
John Foxx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Flag,
Magma,
Nik Kershaw,
Mo-Dettes,
KRS-One,
Mandrill,
R.M.O.,
The Busters,
Glenn Branca,
Gerry Rafferty,
Negative Approach,
Liliput,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sparks,
Dennis Brown,
James White and The Blacks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
OOIOO,
Davy DMX,
MC5,
Hardrive,
The Move,
Heaven 17,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Axelrod,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Make Up,
The Real Kids,
The Gun Club,
Soul II Soul,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.