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 Malaysia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Blake Baxter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Nik Kershaw,
Bauhaus,
Ossler,
The Velvet Underground,
Q and Not U,
The Mojo Men,
Peter and Kerry,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fortunes,
Jawbox,
Quando Quango,
Nas,
The Stooges,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Iggy Pop,
the Human League,
Amon Düül,
Neu!,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pussy Galore,
The Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Grauzone,
David Axelrod,
Al Stewart,
Brand Nubian,
Wire,
Drexciya,
John Foxx,
Mantronix,
The Evens,
ABBA,
DJ Style,
X-Ray Spex,
Barbara Tucker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Youth Brigade,
The Slackers,
Essential Logic,
Scrapy,
Angry Samoans,
The Blues Magoos,
Los Fastidios,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultravox,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Pus,
Spoonie Gee,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlback,
The J.B.'s,
Shuggie Otis,
Niagra,
Sight & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
KRS-One,
Gang Starr,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.