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 France and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Residents to the punk 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Clear Light,
Neu!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Darondo,
Glenn Branca,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jawbox,
Jacques Brel,
Nils Olav,
E-Dancer,
Smog,
Aloha Tigers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Von Mondo,
F. McDonald,
Lungfish,
Bob Dylan,
Maleditus Sound,
Fat Boys,
Q and Not U,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spandau Ballet,
Cal Tjader,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visage,
The Mojo Men,
Kas Product,
Suicide,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Velvet Underground,
UT,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
EPMD,
Supertramp,
The Count Five,
Silicon Teens,
Lalann,
Amon Düül,
Pole,
Sixth Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gong,
The Cowsills,
Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxy Music,
Carl Craig,
Flipper,
LL Cool J,
Jacob Miller,
Stetsasonic,
Tears for Fears,
Stereo Dub,
Black Sheep,
Mr. Review,
Masters at Work,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.