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 Fiji 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiohead,
Nick Fraelich,
June of 44,
a-ha,
The Cure,
Soulsonic Force,
Scan 7,
The Busters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers,
Bronski Beat,
Stetsasonic,
Shoche,
Rotary Connection,
Urselle,
Country Teasers,
Cecil Taylor,
Supertramp,
cv313,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bad Manners,
Zapp,
The Monks,
Marc Almond,
Nico,
Bobby Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Move,
Ralphi Rosario,
Whodini,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MC5,
Procol Harum,
Barry Ungar,
Warren Ellis,
Jandek,
Barrington Levy,
The Searchers,
Mandrill,
Japan,
Fear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Flag,
The J.B.'s,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chrome,
Deepchord,
Depeche Mode,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Remains,
Joe Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.