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 Cape Verde and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 The Shadows of Knight to the funk 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Intrusion,
FM Einheit,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Max Romeo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
E-Dancer,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Womack,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erykah Badu,
Glenn Branca,
Rekid,
Sound Behaviour,
Crooked Eye,
Massinfluence,
Underground Resistance,
Blossom Toes,
The Last Poets,
Infiniti,
Flipper,
Maurizio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
B.T. Express,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lungfish,
The Remains,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Zeros,
In Retrospect,
Derrick May,
Popol Vuh,
Rakim,
The Names,
DNA,
Alphaville,
Rotary Connection,
the Germs,
The Real Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Accadde A,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul II Soul,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Whodini,
Slave,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Toasters,
Black Pus,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Hill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monolake,
John Holt,
Skaos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cluster,
Wolf Eyes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.