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 Italy and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Dave Gahan to the rock 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Barclay James Harvest,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Darondo,
The United States of America,
LL Cool J,
Joey Negro,
Bluetip,
Cal Tjader,
Reagan Youth,
Qualms,
Todd Rundgren,
Skriet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Wyatt,
Faust,
Scion,
Scott Walker,
Blossom Toes,
Panda Bear,
Monolake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Standells,
Kayak,
The Barracudas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Copeland,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thompson Twins,
Suicide,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare,
Lalann,
Black Moon,
Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
Maleditus Sound,
The Evens,
The Invisible,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magazine,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Das Ding,
Wolf Eyes,
New York Dolls,
Roger Hodgson,
Slave,
The Last Poets,
Sixth Finger,
Connie Case,
Arcadia,
Ice-T,
Underground Resistance,
Interpol,
Alice Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Buzzcocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.