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 Djibouti and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ten City to the grunge 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
June Days,
Alison Limerick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Almond,
The United States of America,
Massinfluence,
Iggy Pop,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
FM Einheit,
The Durutti Column,
Rites of Spring,
EPMD,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed,
Terry Callier,
John Lydon,
Connie Case,
The Victims,
Japan,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-102,
Mark Hollis,
Josef K,
The Trojans,
Accadde A,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
48th St. Collective,
Jandek,
Clear Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Don Cherry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Trumans Water,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Franke,
the Association,
Mary Jane Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spandau Ballet,
Lower 48,
Sister Nancy,
Adolescents,
Max Romeo,
Marine Girls,
Dark Day,
Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slits,
Harmonia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Evens,
Circle Jerks,
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.