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 Zimbabwe and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 The Real Kids to the electroclash 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalann,
Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Roger Hodgson,
The Modern Lovers,
Agent Orange,
FM Einheit,
The Doobie Brothers,
AZ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joyce Sims,
Fela Kuti,
Section 25,
Japan,
The Mojo Men,
Cluster,
Janne Schatter,
Judy Mowatt,
John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nik Kershaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Zapp,
Ludus,
Schoolly D,
Underground Resistance,
Anakelly,
June of 44,
Kas Product,
David Axelrod,
Echospace,
Rakim,
The Invisible,
The Selecter,
James White and The Blacks,
Clear Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brand Nubian,
Surgeon,
Blancmange,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick May,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nas,
Main Source,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultravox,
Television,
X-101,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cameo,
Josef K,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.