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 Netherlands and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Can to the punk 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Con Funk Shun,
Faraquet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Pussy Galore,
Arcadia,
The Gun Club,
Qualms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Surgeon,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Enemy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lyres,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick May,
Bang On A Can,
Scan 7,
Warsaw,
Black Sheep,
June of 44,
MDC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Style,
48th St. Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
Junior Murvin,
Magma,
David McCallum,
Anthony Braxton,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Sneak,
Pulsallama,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-102,
Saccharine Trust,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Pagans,
Groovy Waters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Janne Schatter,
The Count Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fugs,
Sex Pistols,
The Saints,
the Association,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris Corsano,
Delta 5,
Brick,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deakin,
Young Marble Giants,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.