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 Finland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Offenders to the grunge 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Sun City Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cowsills,
Pere Ubu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television Personalities,
Brothers Johnson,
Zapp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxy Music,
Maurizio,
Gichy Dan,
Neu!,
The Buckinghams,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Sherman,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Silicon Teens,
In Retrospect,
MC5,
Masters at Work,
Crooked Eye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Technova,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tom Boy,
Jandek,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gories,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scan 7,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aaron Thompson,
The Barracudas,
Graham Central Station,
R.M.O.,
Quadrant,
Main Source,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Copeland,
The Standells,
Thompson Twins,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Golliwogs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronan,
The Knickerbockers,
Fugazi,
Y Pants,
The Sonics,
Black Flag,
Godley & Creme,
Eli Mardock,
The Trojans,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.