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 China and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Newcleus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
DJ Style,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spandau Ballet,
T. Rex,
Second Layer,
Theoretical Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joey Negro,
Stiv Bators,
Metal Thangz,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlback,
Adolescents,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Selecter,
Tubeway Army,
Yazoo,
Idris Muhammad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flipper,
Hoover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dead Boys,
X-101,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MC5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerri Chandler,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blossom Toes,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Machine,
Clear Light,
Ronan,
Youth Brigade,
Royal Trux,
The Monochrome Set,
Barry Ungar,
Alton Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Japan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacques Brel,
Shuggie Otis,
the Slits,
Outsiders,
Moebius,
Quadrant,
The Moleskins,
Main Source,
The Blues Magoos,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.