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 Brazil and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Monks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Fatback Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dennis Brown,
Hot Snakes,
kango's stein massive,
Stetsasonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visage,
X-102,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxy Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Green,
Judy Mowatt,
David Bowie,
Groovy Waters,
Tommy Roe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Standells,
June Days,
Country Teasers,
Graham Central Station,
48th St. Collective,
AZ,
Fat Boys,
Camouflage,
Lightning Bolt,
Arcadia,
Skarface,
Danielle Patucci,
The Star Department,
Gastr Del Sol,
David McCallum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Toasters,
U.S. Maple,
Toni Rubio,
Crooked Eye,
The Walker Brothers,
Alphaville,
Eric Copeland,
Camberwell Now,
Cymande,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monks,
Technova,
Mantronix,
Chrome,
The Zeros,
X-Ray Spex,
Jawbox,
Iggy Pop,
Barry Ungar,
Eddi Front,
Jeru the Damaja,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.