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 Lebanon and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 The Alarm Clocks to the grunge 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
Bauhaus,
Infiniti,
Todd Terry,
Yusef Lateef,
Inner City,
June Days,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Henry Cow,
UT,
Jerry's Kids,
Organ,
Tubeway Army,
Kerri Chandler,
Tres Demented,
Make Up,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agitation Free,
Davy DMX,
The Five Americans,
Bob Dylan,
Connie Case,
The Gun Club,
Chrome,
The Human League,
The Stooges,
Cameo,
Faust,
The Count Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Lakeside,
Wasted Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed,
Gang Green,
The Monks,
Bill Near,
Roger Hodgson,
Angry Samoans,
Lebanon Hanover,
David McCallum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Move,
Cluster,
Half Japanese,
Wolf Eyes,
Barbara Tucker,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blues Magoos,
Flash Fearless,
Newcleus,
Althea and Donna,
Joey Negro,
Simply Red,
Scrapy,
Circle Jerks,
Scientists,
Crooked Eye,
Pantytec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.