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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 The Mummies to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Bronski Beat,
PIL,
Skriet,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
Donald Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
DNA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Barracudas,
La Düsseldorf,
The Residents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joey Negro,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang On A Can,
Freddie Wadling,
Goldenarms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Can,
The Cramps,
Fatback Band,
Adolescents,
MDC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brothers Johnson,
Mark Hollis,
David Axelrod,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Zeros,
Erasure,
Supertramp,
Babytalk,
Tommy Roe,
Minny Pops,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Morten Harket,
Robert Wyatt,
KRS-One,
the Bar-Kays,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxy Music,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronnie Foster,
Eddi Front,
Scion,
48th St. Collective,
Max Romeo,
Tres Demented,
Rod Modell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.