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 Libya and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Easy Going to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anakelly,
Steve Hackett,
H. Thieme,
Vainqueur,
The Saints,
Cybotron,
Skaos,
The Gap Band,
Schoolly D,
KRS-One,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
U.S. Maple,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
the Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Procol Harum,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra,
The Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Suburban Knight,
The Smoke,
Smog,
Gang Starr,
Marcia Griffiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Raincoats,
Tubeway Army,
Minutemen,
The Blues Magoos,
Erasure,
The Zeros,
Black Flag,
Funky Four + One,
MDC,
Pagans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pulsallama,
Erykah Badu,
Can,
The Count Five,
Radiohead,
Lindisfarne,
Kerri Chandler,
The Seeds,
The Mummies,
Section 25,
Rites of Spring,
Hot Snakes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
The Stooges,
Carl Craig,
the Slits,
Fear,
La Düsseldorf,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.