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 Saudi Arabia and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peter and Kerry to the grunge 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Pere Ubu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Qualms,
Procol Harum,
Clear Light,
the Normal,
Wally Richardson,
Joensuu 1685,
Severed Heads,
Silicon Teens,
T.S.O.L.,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Clarke,
Danielle Patucci,
Kas Product,
Chris & Cosey,
Blossom Toes,
Wolf Eyes,
Japan,
Marvin Gaye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Sheep,
Dennis Brown,
Siglo XX,
X-101,
Crash Course in Science,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Prince Buster,
The Cure,
Bad Manners,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spandau Ballet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Axelrod,
Hashim,
Eden Ahbez,
Nico,
Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Urselle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bluetip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rod Modell,
Easy Going,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Last Poets,
Chrome,
Pussy Galore,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.