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 Fiji and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rekid to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Procol Harum,
Buzzcocks,
Los Fastidios,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare,
Tom Boy,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Copeland,
Connie Case,
The Zeros,
Barry Ungar,
The Residents,
Iggy Pop,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smoke,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fat Boys,
Visage,
Alison Limerick,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronnie Foster,
Lungfish,
Steve Hackett,
Don Cherry,
John Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Mr. Review,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scan 7,
Porter Ricks,
Barbara Tucker,
Unrelated Segments,
the Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pylon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Prince Buster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yaz,
Stereo Dub,
Pussy Galore,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Modern Lovers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Pus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flipper,
Rakim,
Todd Terry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marmalade,
Sun City Girls,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.