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 Bolivia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 cv313 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Freddie Wadling,
Scan 7,
Essential Logic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dead Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Supertramp,
Slick Rick,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Womack,
John Holt,
Marshall Jefferson,
China Crisis,
Fad Gadget,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lebanon Hanover,
OOIOO,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantytec,
Nas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skarface,
Minor Threat,
Little Man,
T. Rex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rekid,
Sandy B,
Pere Ubu,
DNA,
Rapeman,
Carl Craig,
Max Romeo,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Section 25,
Negative Approach,
Fat Boys,
John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
the Association,
Porter Ricks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Sister Nancy,
Erasure,
Banda Bassotti,
New Order,
Bauhaus,
Spoonie Gee,
The Names,
John Lydon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Surgeon,
Circle Jerks,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.