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 South and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grime 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Whodini,
Fear,
Mo-Dettes,
Smog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Mills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camouflage,
Pere Ubu,
Organ,
Judy Mowatt,
John Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
The Dead C,
the Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Teasers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Star Department,
Dark Day,
The Motions,
The Toasters,
David Axelrod,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Negative Approach,
Robert Hood,
Average White Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quando Quango,
Derrick May,
Laurel Aitken,
Mandrill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül II,
Darondo,
The Vogues,
Vladislav Delay,
Jawbox,
Fluxion,
Kerri Chandler,
Sight & Sound,
Symarip,
The Fortunes,
Guru Guru,
Nico,
Joey Negro,
Flash Fearless,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Prince Buster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liliput,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.