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 Cameroon and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bizarre Inc. to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fortunes,
Cal Tjader,
Harmonia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
10cc,
L. Decosne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang On A Can,
Los Fastidios,
Morten Harket,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Maurizio,
Camberwell Now,
The J.B.'s,
The Invisible,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slackers,
Dawn Penn,
Hoover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Görl,
Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nico,
The Cowsills,
Ronan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Metal Thangz,
48th St. Collective,
Intrusion,
The Grass Roots,
The Move,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
The Busters,
Patti Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Albert Ayler,
Lalann,
The Pop Group,
LL Cool J,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Danielle Patucci,
Unrelated Segments,
Jandek,
Fat Boys,
Amazonics,
Fear,
Moss Icon,
Jeru the Damaja,
The New Christs,
Graham Central Station,
Rotary Connection,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.