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 Comoros and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Isaac Hayes,
Desert Stars,
Joe Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Ossler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mad Mike,
DJ Style,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Guru Guru,
The Gun Club,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skarface,
Terry Callier,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grey Daturas,
John Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacob Miller,
Zero Boys,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Stooges,
Fear,
David McCallum,
Tom Boy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young,
Fugazi,
Nation of Ulysses,
Carl Craig,
Gang Starr,
Roger Hodgson,
Davy DMX,
Jawbox,
Jacques Brel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
UT,
LL Cool J,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nas,
U.S. Maple,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vainqueur,
Das Ding,
Shoche,
The Moleskins,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.