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 Sudan and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Nas to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Durutti Column,
David McCallum,
Skarface,
The Zeros,
Vainqueur,
The Wake,
Boz Scaggs,
Tubeway Army,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantaleimon,
Letta Mbulu,
R.M.O.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blancmange,
The Smoke,
Drexciya,
Tears for Fears,
Panda Bear,
Boredoms,
Neil Young,
Peter and Kerry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slackers,
Newcleus,
cv313,
Kayak,
Jimmy McGriff,
Charles Mingus,
The Litter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Evens,
The Buckinghams,
The Velvet Underground,
Eddi Front,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ludus,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Remains,
Arcadia,
Jeff Lynne,
Japan,
Scott Walker,
Faraquet,
Youth Brigade,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Green,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Bourne,
Can,
Wasted Youth,
Ponytail,
Yaz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Axelrod,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.