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 Malaysia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lou Reed 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 Minny Pops to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Bauhaus,
Todd Rundgren,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonic Youth,
Public Enemy,
Morten Harket,
The Searchers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sparks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Althea and Donna,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra,
The Angels of Light,
Underground Resistance,
The Martian,
Bobby Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Y Pants,
The Happenings,
Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
R.M.O.,
B.T. Express,
Nas,
Anthony Braxton,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radio Birdman,
Thompson Twins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mantronix,
Harry Pussy,
The Modern Lovers,
Quantec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stetsasonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool Moe Dee,
AZ,
Severed Heads,
The Last Poets,
Amazonics,
Suburban Knight,
The Birthday Party,
The Skatalites,
Neu!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oblivians,
kango's stein massive,
Prince Buster,
Nico,
Grey Daturas,
Echospace,
ABBA,
Tom Boy,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mojo Men,
Jawbox,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.