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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
The Selecter,
Shuggie Otis,
Slick Rick,
Joyce Sims,
One Last Wish,
Half Japanese,
Dawn Penn,
Outsiders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tim Buckley,
Peter & Gordon,
Nirvana,
Television,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doors,
MC5,
Matthew Bourne,
Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Clear Light,
Niagra,
World's Most,
the Association,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deepchord,
David Axelrod,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gladiators,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alison Limerick,
Sister Nancy,
China Crisis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Alphaville,
Idris Muhammad,
Janne Schatter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Green,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
The New Christs,
The Skatalites,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warsaw,
Mark Hollis,
T. Rex,
FM Einheit,
Robert Wyatt,
Lakeside,
Wally Richardson,
Freddie Wadling,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dirtbombs,
Interpol,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.