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 Belgium and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
New Age Steppers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Graham Central Station,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Bourne,
Yaz,
Delta 5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxy Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cymande,
Ultravox,
Chrome,
Marc Almond,
Joensuu 1685,
Marine Girls,
The Move,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
PIL,
Parry Music,
Los Fastidios,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Terry,
The Five Americans,
Glenn Branca,
The Durutti Column,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sam Rivers,
The Vogues,
Aswad,
Josef K,
The Gladiators,
John Lydon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Names,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cal Tjader,
The Knickerbockers,
This Heat,
Reagan Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monks,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Sherman,
Angry Samoans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Procol Harum,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scan 7,
Eurythmics,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.