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 Nauru and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Arcadia to the grunge 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Roger Hodgson,
The Wake,
Barclay James Harvest,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers,
Wally Richardson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ornette Coleman,
June Days,
Main Source,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cluster,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra,
kango's stein massive,
JFA,
Harmonia,
the Human League,
Jawbox,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cybotron,
Suicide,
Eurythmics,
Blossom Toes,
Monks,
Symarip,
The Monochrome Set,
The Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Los Fastidios,
Drexciya,
The Names,
Peter and Kerry,
Wire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flipper,
John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quantec,
MC5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronnie Foster,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed,
Patti Smith,
China Crisis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Hood,
Young Marble Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.