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 South Sudan and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radio Birdman to the disco 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wings,
Boredoms,
The Moleskins,
the Slits,
a-ha,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Subhumans,
the Bar-Kays,
Jandek,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pierre Henry,
Lindisfarne,
Das Ding,
Yusef Lateef,
Porter Ricks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amazonics,
Jeff Mills,
Cheater Slicks,
Funky Four + One,
Ice-T,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Hill,
Theoretical Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Josef K,
DJ Sneak,
Gichy Dan,
Yellowson,
The United States of America,
Ronnie Foster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visage,
Index,
Skriet,
Donny Hathaway,
Colin Newman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Womack,
The Birthday Party,
Saccharine Trust,
B.T. Express,
The Black Dice,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fugazi,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Fraelich,
Depeche Mode,
CMW,
Aswad,
Ken Boothe,
X-101,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dirtbombs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Leaves,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.