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 Kenya and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 The New Christs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Accadde A,
Joyce Sims,
Fela Kuti,
Surgeon,
The Gun Club,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bush Tetras,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cal Tjader,
Kaleidoscope,
Aaron Thompson,
Lindisfarne,
The Cowsills,
Au Pairs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warsaw,
CMW,
D'Angelo,
Dennis Brown,
The New Christs,
Altered Images,
Public Image Ltd.,
Japan,
This Heat,
Terry Callier,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monks,
The Skatalites,
Unrelated Segments,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Cale,
The Toasters,
Rapeman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra,
The Residents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Teasers,
Idris Muhammad,
Ossler,
Dual Sessions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hardrive,
Warren Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oneida,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neu!,
T. Rex,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter and Kerry,
The Invisible,
Quando Quango,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.