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 Lebanon and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Lungfish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Judy Mowatt,
Boz Scaggs,
The Modern Lovers,
Unrelated Segments,
Lower 48,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare,
New Order,
Zapp,
James White and The Blacks,
Cameo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anakelly,
Danielle Patucci,
Drexciya,
Dark Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gap Band,
Nils Olav,
Sam Rivers,
10cc,
Derrick Morgan,
K-Klass,
OOIOO,
The Pop Group,
Fluxion,
X-102,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June Days,
The Remains,
The Shadows of Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Lydon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Severed Heads,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Babytalk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Radiohead,
Procol Harum,
Scan 7,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Near,
Pantaleimon,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Iggy Pop,
Soulsonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mark Hollis,
Can,
AZ,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.