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 Swaziland and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 LL Cool J to the funk 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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
U.S. Maple,
Trumans Water,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minutemen,
Donny Hathaway,
John Coltrane,
Flipper,
Slick Rick,
Eddi Front,
Stereo Dub,
Mad Mike,
The Fortunes,
Blake Baxter,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pretty Things,
Eve St. Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Durutti Column,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
UT,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlback,
June Days,
The Victims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Motorama,
Wings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fad Gadget,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiohead,
New York Dolls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Selecter,
Guru Guru,
Ornette Coleman,
Thee Headcoats,
Camberwell Now,
Jandek,
Marine Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sparks,
Vladislav Delay,
Alton Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Wells,
the Sonics,
Monks,
The Golliwogs,
Wolf Eyes,
Brass Construction,
10cc,
Infiniti,
In Retrospect,
Cheater Slicks,
John Foxx,
Harry Pussy,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.