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 Croatia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Neil Young to the electroclash 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Lynne,
Tubeway Army,
Cameo,
Ludus,
Joe Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxy Music,
Deakin,
Alphaville,
Mr. Review,
Chrome,
The Buckinghams,
Dorothy Ashby,
Curtis Mayfield,
Toni Rubio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Raincoats,
Agitation Free,
Hasil Adkins,
Angry Samoans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Iggy Pop,
James White and The Blacks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Graham Central Station,
The Motions,
Lou Reed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drexciya,
Nas,
Leonard Cohen,
Average White Band,
Tim Buckley,
Newcleus,
The Grass Roots,
John Holt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mark Hollis,
Ultra Naté,
The Offenders,
Hot Snakes,
The Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Kenny Larkin,
Oneida,
KRS-One,
The Monks,
Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Saccharine Trust,
Nirvana,
Marine Girls,
The Cramps,
The Five Americans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.