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 Kazakhstan and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Toasters to the punk 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
Spoonie Gee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Teasers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Das Ding,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gabor Szabo,
This Heat,
The Durutti Column,
Gastr Del Sol,
Desert Stars,
Cymande,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Y Pants,
Joyce Sims,
Trumans Water,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fluxion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Lynne,
Agitation Free,
Harmonia,
Robert Wyatt,
Alison Limerick,
Clear Light,
The Moleskins,
Joy Division,
The Invisible,
James White and The Blacks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Porter Ricks,
The Searchers,
Juan Atkins,
Prince Buster,
Shoche,
Crash Course in Science,
the Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Normal,
Heaven 17,
Kas Product,
The Offenders,
The Modern Lovers,
Shuggie Otis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David McCallum,
Thee Headcoats,
Eurythmics,
Sparks,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.