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 United Kingdom and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 Stetsasonic to the crunk 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Style,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Albert Ayler,
MDC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Section 25,
Al Stewart,
Easy Going,
Toni Rubio,
Dave Gahan,
Dark Day,
The Modern Lovers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rekid,
the Germs,
Tommy Roe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Grass Roots,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Piero Umiliani,
The Leaves,
In Retrospect,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monks,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harpers Bizarre,
Subhumans,
The Cure,
Aaron Thompson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Motorama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flash Fearless,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eve St. Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Skaos,
MC5,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fugs,
Neu!,
Alton Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül II,
The Alarm Clocks,
Letta Mbulu,
Yazoo,
EPMD,
UT,
Maleditus Sound,
Drexciya,
Angry Samoans,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.