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 Austria and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 American Breed to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Suicide,
Arthur Verocai,
Mr. Review,
Barry Ungar,
Fatback Band,
The Vogues,
The Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Womack,
Nils Olav,
The United States of America,
DNA,
R.M.O.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Green,
The Modern Lovers,
Altered Images,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monks,
Pantytec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tres Demented,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lakeside,
The Fall,
Kurtis Blow,
Banda Bassotti,
Unrelated Segments,
Skriet,
Los Fastidios,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Selecter,
Minnie Riperton,
Dave Gahan,
Urselle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hasil Adkins,
The Barracudas,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül,
John Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
The Gladiators,
Rosa Yemen,
The Birthday Party,
Adolescents,
Brand Nubian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cramps,
Monks,
Lou Christie,
Sarah Menescal,
Agent Orange,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.