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 Slovakia and from London.
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 New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 American Breed to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Victims,
Unwound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television Personalities,
The Buckinghams,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smiths,
Robert Hood,
Godley & Creme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brothers Johnson,
Cluster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Half Japanese,
Swell Maps,
Organ,
Scott Walker,
Rosa Yemen,
Rites of Spring,
T. Rex,
Kurtis Blow,
Minutemen,
Juan Atkins,
Sixth Finger,
Magazine,
The Busters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pole,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spoonie Gee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marvin Gaye,
MDC,
The Fortunes,
Interpol,
Whodini,
The Red Krayola,
The Stooges,
The Velvet Underground,
Supertramp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxette,
The Zeros,
10cc,
Terry Callier,
the Human League,
Lungfish,
Bad Manners,
The Smoke,
Nirvana,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.