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 Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 Drexciya to the rap 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Basic Channel,
Lower 48,
Jacques Brel,
Kaleidoscope,
Janne Schatter,
Henry Cow,
Scratch Acid,
The Leaves,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lebanon Hanover,
Groovy Waters,
DNA,
Ituana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Patti Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Animal Collective,
AZ,
Absolute Body Control,
MC5,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delon & Dalcan,
PIL,
Marvin Gaye,
Masters at Work,
Pere Ubu,
Spoonie Gee,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
Grauzone,
Dave Gahan,
Camberwell Now,
Jandek,
Liliput,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scientists,
Bill Near,
Judy Mowatt,
Eli Mardock,
Gerry Rafferty,
The United States of America,
Bush Tetras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gong,
Siglo XX,
Bluetip,
Fatback Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Icehouse,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.