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 Liechtenstein and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Thompson Twins to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marvin Gaye,
The Index,
Barrington Levy,
Scan 7,
D'Angelo,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy Collins,
Newcleus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roger Hodgson,
Hoover,
The Toasters,
Peter & Gordon,
Wolf Eyes,
Wings,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Barracudas,
The Leaves,
Organ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skriet,
Malaria!,
The Smoke,
Essential Logic,
PIL,
The Raincoats,
The Doors,
Heaven 17,
Byron Stingily,
Leonard Cohen,
Youth Brigade,
Cybotron,
Bobby Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cymande,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
One Last Wish,
Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
Boz Scaggs,
Dual Sessions,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry's Kids,
Cluster,
Black Moon,
Pagans,
Roxy Music,
Erasure,
Shoche,
Slave,
Alphaville,
Peter and Kerry,
Brass Construction,
Jawbox,
Whodini,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.