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 Korea North and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grunge 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Lungfish,
Technova,
Amazonics,
The Velvet Underground,
The Birthday Party,
Ultra Naté,
The Names,
Vainqueur,
Magazine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Loose Ends,
In Retrospect,
FM Einheit,
Colin Newman,
Y Pants,
Leonard Cohen,
Schoolly D,
Nas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rites of Spring,
Bluetip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Byrd,
D'Angelo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boz Scaggs,
Clear Light,
Donald Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Althea and Donna,
Kenny Larkin,
Eddi Front,
Todd Terry,
New York Dolls,
The Move,
The Moody Blues,
Graham Central Station,
The Mummies,
Peter and Kerry,
The Offenders,
Cluster,
The Stooges,
The Happenings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Porter Ricks,
Index,
Yaz,
Simply Red,
Robert Hood,
Outsiders,
Deadbeat,
Warren Ellis,
Skaos,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sister Nancy,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.