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 Afghanistan and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry's Kids,
Smog,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Alice Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Outsiders,
Moby Grape,
Heaven 17,
Goldenarms,
the Human League,
Darondo,
Infiniti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suicide,
The Sonics,
The Move,
Cal Tjader,
Pole,
Unrelated Segments,
Scan 7,
Morten Harket,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yusef Lateef,
Maurizio,
Crooked Eye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mars,
Tom Boy,
Minnie Riperton,
Danielle Patucci,
Nik Kershaw,
Wally Richardson,
Radiohead,
Isaac Hayes,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bluetip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mr. Review,
the Slits,
the Normal,
Easy Going,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Grass Roots,
Banda Bassotti,
Brothers Johnson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantaleimon,
Jawbox,
The Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.