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 India 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Wasted Youth to the crunk 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Angels of Light,
Television Personalities,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultimate Spinach,
MDC,
Cymande,
Quadrant,
Harmonia,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Invisible,
Severed Heads,
The Move,
Sandy B,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nas,
Aloha Tigers,
Smog,
In Retrospect,
Delta 5,
Mantronix,
Barrington Levy,
Patti Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Count Five,
Au Pairs,
Make Up,
The Techniques,
Stetsasonic,
The Skatalites,
New Age Steppers,
X-102,
Metal Thangz,
Pulsallama,
Althea and Donna,
Sällskapet,
Blake Baxter,
The Misunderstood,
Silicon Teens,
Schoolly D,
Main Source,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rosa Yemen,
Easy Going,
Amazonics,
Todd Terry,
Saccharine Trust,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sex Pistols,
Barry Ungar,
Buzzcocks,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Görl,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.