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 Luxembourg and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Rites of Spring to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gladiators,
The Move,
Monolake,
Soft Machine,
Swell Maps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Second Layer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yazoo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minutemen,
Toni Rubio,
John Holt,
The Gories,
EPMD,
The United States of America,
Althea and Donna,
Sex Pistols,
The Red Krayola,
Prince Buster,
Warren Ellis,
H. Thieme,
MDC,
Adolescents,
Black Moon,
Half Japanese,
Unrelated Segments,
Stockholm Monsters,
Isaac Hayes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Christie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Make Up,
10cc,
The Vogues,
Sonic Youth,
R.M.O.,
Excepter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Model 500,
Echospace,
Amon Düül,
Stereo Dub,
Radio Birdman,
Aaron Thompson,
Janne Schatter,
Eve St. Jones,
X-102,
The Associates,
Eurythmics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Animal Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
48th St. Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.