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 Sweden and from London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Basic Channel to the crunk 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
The Barracudas,
Nils Olav,
Royal Trux,
Outsiders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lower 48,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crime,
Wings,
the Slits,
Moby Grape,
Dennis Brown,
Fluxion,
the Germs,
The Evens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Almond,
Kenny Larkin,
Marvin Gaye,
Josef K,
Sonic Youth,
Clear Light,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Görl,
John Holt,
Kas Product,
Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Lydon,
X-Ray Spex,
Angry Samoans,
Country Teasers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sugar Minott,
Accadde A,
The New Christs,
Rod Modell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Silicon Teens,
Interpol,
New York Dolls,
Young Marble Giants,
Moebius,
Lakeside,
Anakelly,
The Names,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Archie Shepp,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funkadelic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Main Source,
Urselle,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.