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 Guatemala and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Q and Not U to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sex Pistols,
Glenn Branca,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cymande,
Sun City Girls,
Nico,
Ornette Coleman,
David McCallum,
CMW,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agitation Free,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Sheep,
the Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roger Hodgson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quadrant,
the Germs,
Aural Exciters,
Neu!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Malaria!,
Ponytail,
Sandy B,
The Martian,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reuben Wilson,
Cecil Taylor,
DNA,
The Busters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swans,
Darondo,
The Moody Blues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drive Like Jehu,
Saccharine Trust,
X-102,
Cluster,
Parry Music,
Excepter,
Porter Ricks,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dead C,
Steve Hackett,
Pantytec,
Sällskapet,
Livin' Joy,
Schoolly D,
Funkadelic,
The Smoke,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Görl,
The Cowsills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fugs,
Y Pants,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.