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 Maldives and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drexciya,
Bill Wells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultra Naté,
Metal Thangz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Janne Schatter,
Ronan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Golliwogs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
The Velvet Underground,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Searchers,
Funky Four + One,
Wings,
Boz Scaggs,
Quando Quango,
the Bar-Kays,
Idris Muhammad,
Average White Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Mr. Review,
Japan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dual Sessions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hot Snakes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David McCallum,
Moss Icon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Youth Brigade,
Slave,
Jacques Brel,
Black Pus,
Donny Hathaway,
Terry Callier,
Pussy Galore,
Deepchord,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sparks,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.