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 Gambia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dark Day to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Sixth Finger,
Mad Mike,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Hill,
T. Rex,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smoke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cybotron,
Cheater Slicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kas Product,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Suicide,
Animal Collective,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
OOIOO,
Danielle Patucci,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Vogues,
The Gladiators,
Goldenarms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Halsall,
Cluster,
Mo-Dettes,
John Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Urselle,
Y Pants,
The Modern Lovers,
Flash Fearless,
Gong,
Kayak,
Kerri Chandler,
The Toasters,
Supertramp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül II,
Alphaville,
Hashim,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare,
Siglo XX,
Tommy Roe,
Visage,
AZ,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.