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 Madagascar and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Ohio Players to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Hardrive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Franke,
The Monks,
T. Rex,
Drexciya,
Rapeman,
The Toasters,
Quadrant,
Derrick Morgan,
Bob Dylan,
Black Moon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Clear Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faust,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Happenings,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Womack,
The Young Rascals,
Nils Olav,
Josef K,
Black Bananas,
The Count Five,
Ice-T,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Halsall,
Massinfluence,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Unrelated Segments,
X-102,
Stiv Bators,
The Fall,
Rod Modell,
Mars,
The Invisible,
The Divine Comedy,
Newcleus,
Von Mondo,
Motorama,
The Music Machine,
Donald Byrd,
China Crisis,
Aural Exciters,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Darondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Depeche Mode,
Visage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Lydon,
The Stooges,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.