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 Marshall Islands and from Madrid.
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 Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tommy Roe to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Görl,
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
In Retrospect,
kango's stein massive,
Essential Logic,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Copeland,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glenn Branca,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fear,
X-101,
The Barracudas,
Anthony Braxton,
Tubeway Army,
Newcleus,
Howard Jones,
Colin Newman,
Don Cherry,
Dennis Brown,
Schoolly D,
It's A Beautiful Day,
These Immortal Souls,
Liliput,
Sandy B,
The Golliwogs,
JFA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hoover,
The Victims,
Barbara Tucker,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ten City,
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
cv313,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
The Zeros,
Flamin' Groovies,
Patti Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nirvana,
Metal Thangz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Symarip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roger Hodgson,
Piero Umiliani,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swell Maps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.