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 Grenada and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Al Stewart to the rap 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
T. Rex,
The Moleskins,
Dead Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Qualms,
Nirvana,
The Cowsills,
Soul II Soul,
Kool Moe Dee,
Schoolly D,
Ronnie Foster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Young Rascals,
Hot Snakes,
Moby Grape,
Pagans,
Warsaw,
Anakelly,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The New Christs,
Gabor Szabo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Sandy B,
Young Marble Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Danielle Patucci,
Gong,
Anthony Braxton,
Erasure,
cv313,
Niagra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unrelated Segments,
Q65,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ponytail,
Black Moon,
Television Personalities,
The Fall,
The Cramps,
Marine Girls,
DJ Style,
The Moody Blues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roger Hodgson,
The United States of America,
Black Sheep,
Dave Gahan,
Aloha Tigers,
Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wolf Eyes,
Moebius,
Johnny Clarke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.