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 Turkmenistan and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Crooked Eye to the electroclash 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Sugar Minott,
Darondo,
Liliput,
Scott Walker,
The Slackers,
The Toasters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aswad,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rufus Thomas,
Brass Construction,
Underground Resistance,
T. Rex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
The Knickerbockers,
Popol Vuh,
Aural Exciters,
Sandy B,
The Smiths,
KRS-One,
Aloha Tigers,
EPMD,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hardrive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Make Up,
Moby Grape,
Main Source,
Grey Daturas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scientists,
Erasure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sparks,
Model 500,
Amon Düül II,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maurizio,
Cymande,
Metal Thangz,
The Durutti Column,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Bananas,
Parry Music,
Hot Snakes,
Sight & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David McCallum,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Skatalites,
The Residents,
Mad Mike,
ABC,
Bob Dylan,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.