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 Czech Republic and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Section 25 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Livin' Joy,
Carl Craig,
China Crisis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Bourne,
Alison Limerick,
Arcadia,
Oblivians,
Barbara Tucker,
Depeche Mode,
The Smoke,
UT,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skaos,
EPMD,
Mary Jane Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Association,
Archie Shepp,
The Human League,
Animal Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Christie,
Eurythmics,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Sneak,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agent Orange,
Rekid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skriet,
Scion,
Negative Approach,
Darondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
D'Angelo,
Alice Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mad Mike,
The Star Department,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thee Headcoats,
The Stooges,
Mission of Burma,
Aloha Tigers,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.