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 Ethiopia and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rap 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Jacob Miller,
Wasted Youth,
Brick,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Zeros,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The United States of America,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Youth Brigade,
Desert Stars,
Todd Terry,
Make Up,
Subhumans,
The Wake,
Charles Mingus,
Hot Snakes,
Cluster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Maleditus Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aural Exciters,
Slick Rick,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Guru Guru,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Velvet Underground,
Laurel Aitken,
Gerry Rafferty,
Severed Heads,
Stiv Bators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Happenings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skaos,
Isaac Hayes,
Audionom,
Funky Four + One,
Patti Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
The Searchers,
Cal Tjader,
Chris Corsano,
Tommy Roe,
The Move,
John Lydon,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers,
Black Moon,
Rosa Yemen,
Von Mondo,
The Motions,
Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.