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 Pakistan and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lou Reed 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 Pierre Henry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
The Pretty Things,
Pantytec,
Sonic Youth,
Terry Callier,
Erasure,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Morten Harket,
the Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Au Pairs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visage,
Duran Duran,
Connie Case,
Gang Starr,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yellowson,
Chrome,
Lyres,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Surgeon,
Pere Ubu,
Eden Ahbez,
Spandau Ballet,
The Red Krayola,
Cheater Slicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Section 25,
Zero Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eurythmics,
The Zeros,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fela Kuti,
Fat Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Wasted Youth,
Groovy Waters,
New Age Steppers,
Scion,
Angry Samoans,
New Order,
Maurizio,
Moss Icon,
The Buckinghams,
Scan 7,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Motions,
Mars,
Aaron Thompson,
The Busters,
Ultra Naté,
Cecil Taylor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Near,
Metal Thangz,
Tommy Roe,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.