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 Cambodia and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 In Retrospect to the electroclash 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Cal Tjader,
These Immortal Souls,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Selecter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacob Miller,
The Monochrome Set,
The Names,
The Real Kids,
KRS-One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swell Maps,
Eddi Front,
John Lydon,
Spoonie Gee,
X-102,
Marmalade,
The Modern Lovers,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash,
La Düsseldorf,
Idris Muhammad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lucky Dragons,
Moss Icon,
Silicon Teens,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mo-Dettes,
Grey Daturas,
Kayak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
In Retrospect,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Livin' Joy,
Fluxion,
Brass Construction,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Altered Images,
Ohio Players,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Lynne,
The Standells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skarface,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Christie,
The Fall,
Eden Ahbez,
The Kinks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.