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 Solomon Islands and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Boredoms to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alphaville,
Theoretical Girls,
The Invisible,
Agent Orange,
Nas,
Urselle,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cybotron,
The Searchers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Guru Guru,
Saccharine Trust,
Bronski Beat,
Japan,
Boredoms,
The Real Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Association,
Interpol,
Donny Hathaway,
Dave Gahan,
The Blues Magoos,
Morten Harket,
The Fall,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Near,
EPMD,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sister Nancy,
X-101,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
Radio Birdman,
Dual Sessions,
Quadrant,
Mandrill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Residents,
Marshall Jefferson,
Los Fastidios,
Section 25,
The Vogues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boz Scaggs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marine Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Harmonia,
Pagans,
Con Funk Shun,
Minor Threat,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.