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 Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Duran Duran to the techno 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
AZ,
Scrapy,
The Martian,
Scientists,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tim Buckley,
The Grass Roots,
Drexciya,
Visage,
Quadrant,
Freddie Wadling,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oblivians,
The Pretty Things,
Goldenarms,
The Real Kids,
The Slackers,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tropical Tobacco,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jawbox,
Derrick Morgan,
Unwound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Audionom,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boredoms,
Neil Young,
Terrestrial Tones,
Easy Going,
Hardrive,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers,
The Standells,
Hoover,
Monolake,
The Cure,
Bluetip,
Prince Buster,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare,
Blake Baxter,
The Neon Judgement,
Interpol,
David McCallum,
Gang Gang Dance,
Los Fastidios,
Skarface,
F. McDonald,
Sparks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultra Naté,
The Buckinghams,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.