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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Raincoats to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian 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?
The Human League,
Joey Negro,
The Gories,
Soft Cell,
Section 25,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ossler,
The Fugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Prince Buster,
MDC,
Donny Hathaway,
Spoonie Gee,
Sam Rivers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magazine,
Sound Behaviour,
Tom Boy,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
John Lydon,
The Slits,
Can,
Roy Ayers,
Parry Music,
Moby Grape,
The Saints,
Neu!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
R.M.O.,
Byron Stingily,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nirvana,
Radio Birdman,
Reagan Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MC5,
Nick Fraelich,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Buckinghams,
Man Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Lynne,
The Divine Comedy,
the Germs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dual Sessions,
Massinfluence,
Kool Moe Dee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
Inner City,
The Raincoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.