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 Albania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Real Kids to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funky Four + One,
Angry Samoans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Clarke,
the Human League,
Lou Reed,
Lou Christie,
Second Layer,
Moss Icon,
Brothers Johnson,
The Misunderstood,
Ronan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ponytail,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Swans,
Symarip,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sound,
John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Pus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Hood,
Scan 7,
The Moleskins,
Brass Construction,
Camberwell Now,
Josef K,
Joensuu 1685,
Aural Exciters,
Masters at Work,
Shoche,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Henry Cow,
Television Personalities,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Sonics,
The Fugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Darondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maurizio,
Danielle Patucci,
Connie Case,
Scientists,
Howard Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Los Fastidios,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
F. McDonald,
Alice Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
Mission of Burma,
K-Klass,
Don Cherry,
Loose Ends,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.