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 Turkey and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Roy Ayers to the disco 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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Wally Richardson,
The Knickerbockers,
Aloha Tigers,
Sixth Finger,
Average White Band,
Buzzcocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Cluster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
AZ,
Warren Ellis,
Grauzone,
Piero Umiliani,
Fear,
Simply Red,
Basic Channel,
Deepchord,
Yellowson,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Coltrane,
Smog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ken Boothe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Adolescents,
Drexciya,
Dennis Brown,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Sneak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
China Crisis,
Los Fastidios,
The Blackbyrds,
Vladislav Delay,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare,
T. Rex,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Easy Going,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
Country Teasers,
Clear Light,
The J.B.'s,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Almond,
Harmonia,
Section 25,
Juan Atkins,
Silicon Teens,
X-102,
R.M.O.,
Severed Heads,
Sarah Menescal,
Deadbeat,
Ossler,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.