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 Costa Rica and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jerry's Kids to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David McCallum,
Eric Copeland,
The Count Five,
June Days,
The Fall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Tremeloes,
Loose Ends,
Slick Rick,
The American Breed,
Los Fastidios,
T. Rex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deadbeat,
Don Cherry,
Al Stewart,
Gong,
Au Pairs,
Sandy B,
Alphaville,
June of 44,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sixth Finger,
Ponytail,
The Happenings,
Andrew Hill,
Das Ding,
The Barracudas,
Mo-Dettes,
Nas,
Sam Rivers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Section 25,
Avey Tare,
Lakeside,
Television,
Ornette Coleman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Circle Jerks,
Drexciya,
These Immortal Souls,
Livin' Joy,
48th St. Collective,
Negative Approach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pere Ubu,
Main Source,
Blossom Toes,
Bush Tetras,
Inner City,
Michelle Simonal,
Parry Music,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.