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 Ukraine and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Jawbox,
Underground Resistance,
Yazoo,
Cheater Slicks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Count Five,
Scientists,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Silicon Teens,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Panda Bear,
The Move,
Surgeon,
Pierre Henry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grey Daturas,
The Slackers,
Au Pairs,
Intrusion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Wyatt,
Procol Harum,
the Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pop Group,
Visage,
Marvin Gaye,
Ponytail,
Shoche,
Albert Ayler,
Ornette Coleman,
Funkadelic,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül,
Fear,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hardrive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scan 7,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Babytalk,
Livin' Joy,
Colin Newman,
Supertramp,
Warren Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dave Gahan,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.