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 Korea North and from New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Donald Fagen 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 Star Department to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
the Sonics,
Kayak,
Robert Görl,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Teasers,
Fela Kuti,
Joensuu 1685,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Starr,
Basic Channel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Flag,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra,
Boredoms,
Sun City Girls,
Black Bananas,
The Trojans,
Lakeside,
the Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cure,
Agitation Free,
The Beau Brummels,
Qualms,
Charles Mingus,
Toni Rubio,
June of 44,
Soulsonic Force,
Marmalade,
Lucky Dragons,
Zapp,
The Seeds,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Knickerbockers,
The Red Krayola,
D'Angelo,
Quantec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gerry Rafferty,
Porter Ricks,
Buzzcocks,
Fugazi,
Popol Vuh,
Arab on Radar,
Skaos,
Al Stewart,
Pere Ubu,
Albert Ayler,
Leonard Cohen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.