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 Israel and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Tremeloes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Quantec,
Dead Boys,
The Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythm & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Sonny Sharrock,
MDC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grauzone,
Minutemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Style,
Average White Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donny Hathaway,
Young Marble Giants,
Whodini,
Bootsy Collins,
T.S.O.L.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unwound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Count Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sarah Menescal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Certain Ratio,
Kayak,
Excepter,
Fatback Band,
Zapp,
Ohio Players,
UT,
Peter & Gordon,
Lungfish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rapeman,
Das Ding,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sparks,
Todd Rundgren,
the Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arab on Radar,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crime,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Selecter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June of 44,
Jeff Lynne,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Letta Mbulu,
Dark Day,
Marine Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.