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 United States and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Unwound to the crunk 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Bourne,
Mark Hollis,
The Zeros,
Shuggie Otis,
Kaleidoscope,
Yazoo,
Trumans Water,
Slick Rick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lee Hazlewood,
In Retrospect,
Model 500,
Khruangbin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agitation Free,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Al Stewart,
Josef K,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oneida,
Babytalk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed,
The Gladiators,
Sight & Sound,
Mr. Review,
Sun City Girls,
The Victims,
Au Pairs,
The Slits,
The Kinks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Invisible,
The Pretty Things,
Delon & Dalcan,
Howard Jones,
David McCallum,
Gang of Four,
Tommy Roe,
Black Sheep,
Crime,
Black Pus,
The Mummies,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lyres,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Nirvana,
Sonic Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Traffic Nightmare,
CMW,
Funky Four + One,
Eddi Front,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultravox,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.