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 Norway and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lalann to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape,
The Moody Blues,
The New Christs,
Stetsasonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alice Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
Soul II Soul,
Spoonie Gee,
China Crisis,
Adolescents,
Unwound,
Subhumans,
Jeff Lynne,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hot Snakes,
The Five Americans,
Rites of Spring,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hashim,
Nas,
New Order,
Angry Samoans,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doors,
Rod Modell,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter and Kerry,
Procol Harum,
New Age Steppers,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Terry,
The Smiths,
CMW,
Roxette,
Aloha Tigers,
Steve Hackett,
The Knickerbockers,
Lakeside,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
JFA,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Green,
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Delta 5,
The Pop Group,
Eve St. Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sällskapet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang of Four,
Niagra,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.