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 Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Mandrill to the grunge 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Piero Umiliani,
Fela Kuti,
Dead Boys,
Gang Starr,
The Moleskins,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Danielle Patucci,
Brick,
David Axelrod,
MDC,
48th St. Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
Motorama,
Slick Rick,
Susan Cadogan,
Skarface,
Sixth Finger,
Stetsasonic,
The Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Lynne,
ABC,
Ten City,
Minnie Riperton,
Niagra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
the Sonics,
E-Dancer,
CMW,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shoche,
The Victims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T.S.O.L.,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Smooth,
Boredoms,
Moebius,
Gong,
Mr. Review,
Donald Byrd,
Ice-T,
Fad Gadget,
Alison Limerick,
Urselle,
Pulsallama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Technova,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crime,
DNA,
Fatback Band,
Khruangbin,
Bob Dylan,
Index,
Cymande,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.