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 Seychelles and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Easy Going to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Copeland,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zero Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yaz,
EPMD,
The Birthday Party,
Goldenarms,
Bang On A Can,
Carl Craig,
Minny Pops,
Letta Mbulu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonic Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Parry Music,
Skaos,
The Monks,
The Wake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arcadia,
LL Cool J,
Stiv Bators,
Deakin,
Sällskapet,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Human League,
Bad Manners,
Fear,
Aswad,
The Sound,
K-Klass,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fela Kuti,
Flipper,
Jeru the Damaja,
Organ,
David Axelrod,
The Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Sugar Minott,
The Trojans,
Archie Shepp,
The Dirtbombs,
Dave Gahan,
The Invisible,
Bush Tetras,
Nico,
Dawn Penn,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-Ray Spex,
Gerry Rafferty,
B.T. Express,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.