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 Azerbaijan and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Traffic Nightmare to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Lindisfarne,
The Modern Lovers,
David McCallum,
Boz Scaggs,
Little Man,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siglo XX,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dawn Penn,
8 Eyed Spy,
Susan Cadogan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mojo Men,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Real Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bauhaus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Model 500,
Darondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
These Immortal Souls,
The Standells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiohead,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skriet,
Drexciya,
Bang On A Can,
Depeche Mode,
DNA,
Bobby Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
Faust,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Henry Cow,
Basic Channel,
The Velvet Underground,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eurythmics,
DJ Sneak,
Harry Pussy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suburban Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Make Up,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.