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 Panama and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Soft Cell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Ice-T,
Livin' Joy,
Camouflage,
Joey Negro,
Graham Central Station,
Section 25,
Lindisfarne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oneida,
Drexciya,
The Trojans,
Al Stewart,
Television Personalities,
Radio Birdman,
The Pretty Things,
Sandy B,
Faraquet,
Donald Byrd,
Slick Rick,
The Smoke,
Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
The Buckinghams,
Janne Schatter,
The Fortunes,
Black Flag,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Goldenarms,
Shuggie Otis,
Banda Bassotti,
Excepter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pole,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Walker Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Henry Cow,
Monks,
Bill Wells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gories,
The Flesh Eaters,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker,
Donny Hathaway,
Aloha Tigers,
Q and Not U,
T. Rex,
Flipper,
X-101,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Clarke,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Mills,
the Sonics,
Chrome,
Marine Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scientists,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.