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 Kyrgyzstan and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Niagra to the rock 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The Cowsills,
David Axelrod,
Donny Hathaway,
Josef K,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cybotron,
Procol Harum,
Jacques Brel,
Buzzcocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deepchord,
Mars,
Gong,
Man Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jandek,
Clear Light,
Soft Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Dave Gahan,
Niagra,
New Age Steppers,
The Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Magma,
The Doors,
One Last Wish,
Marmalade,
Masters at Work,
Pantaleimon,
Eli Mardock,
Delta 5,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonny Sharrock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry's Kids,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
Organ,
PIL,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
John Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Move,
Robert Görl,
Lucky Dragons,
Stetsasonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Trumans Water,
Underground Resistance,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Names,
Vladislav Delay,
Joyce Sims,
Laurel Aitken,
Half Japanese,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ice-T,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.