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 Kenya and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Freddie Wadling 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick May,
Trumans Water,
The Victims,
Todd Rundgren,
ABBA,
Grey Daturas,
Hardrive,
Pussy Galore,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
China Crisis,
Babytalk,
Al Stewart,
Hot Snakes,
LL Cool J,
Fugazi,
Smog,
The Cramps,
The Count Five,
the Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers,
Thee Headcoats,
Albert Ayler,
Whodini,
Dark Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker,
Rakim,
Warsaw,
Reagan Youth,
Half Japanese,
Mantronix,
Nick Fraelich,
Tim Buckley,
Jacob Miller,
Cal Tjader,
Deakin,
Motorama,
Andrew Hill,
Wire,
The United States of America,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter and Kerry,
Yaz,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flipper,
Skarface,
Visage,
Sixth Finger,
Underground Resistance,
Clear Light,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.