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 United Kingdom and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
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 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skaos,
Cybotron,
Essential Logic,
Don Cherry,
David Axelrod,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Surgeon,
Sister Nancy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oblivians,
Banda Bassotti,
Youth Brigade,
Radio Birdman,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rites of Spring,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moby Grape,
The Neon Judgement,
B.T. Express,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Sherman,
Masters at Work,
Pole,
the Germs,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Copeland,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minny Pops,
The Fortunes,
Qualms,
Minor Threat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arab on Radar,
Parry Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
KRS-One,
T.S.O.L.,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moleskins,
Porter Ricks,
Peter & Gordon,
Harry Pussy,
Oneida,
JFA,
Dark Day,
Flipper,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.