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 Bhutan and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Graham Central Station,
John Foxx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Newcleus,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-101,
The Remains,
The Victims,
DJ Sneak,
Junior Murvin,
JFA,
David Axelrod,
Masters at Work,
Lungfish,
Eden Ahbez,
Dawn Penn,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Procol Harum,
The Cramps,
Porter Ricks,
Judy Mowatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Supertramp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Grass Roots,
Sugar Minott,
Mad Mike,
Darondo,
Mantronix,
Funkadelic,
Talk Talk,
Underground Resistance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
The Gories,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacques Brel,
Harmonia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
The Index,
Rufus Thomas,
The American Breed,
Babytalk,
Skriet,
Max Romeo,
Warsaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantaleimon,
Urselle,
Joey Negro,
Jawbox,
The Young Rascals,
Make Up,
Excepter,
Fear,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.