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 Korea South and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Radiopuhelimet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
David McCallum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eddi Front,
Stiv Bators,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Mills,
The Litter,
The Raincoats,
Thompson Twins,
Television,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skriet,
The Vogues,
Intrusion,
Scan 7,
The Leaves,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angry Samoans,
Erykah Badu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Motions,
June Days,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donny Hathaway,
Pole,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Motorama,
Harpers Bizarre,
T.S.O.L.,
Severed Heads,
Sugar Minott,
The Fugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Wyatt,
Colin Newman,
Ohio Players,
Au Pairs,
Hot Snakes,
Aaron Thompson,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Clarke,
The Zeros,
Bauhaus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Easy Going,
kango's stein massive,
The Moleskins,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Supertramp,
Gichy Dan,
Von Mondo,
The Angels of Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Guru Guru,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.