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 Papua New Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Ultravox to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chrome,
Thompson Twins,
Sex Pistols,
Jawbox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Stooges,
Connie Case,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lightning Bolt,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare,
The Velvet Underground,
Blossom Toes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scientists,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Sneak,
The Slits,
Deepchord,
Bobby Womack,
Heaven 17,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
FM Einheit,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
The Count Five,
Country Teasers,
Au Pairs,
David McCallum,
Harmonia,
The Happenings,
Josef K,
Don Cherry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dual Sessions,
Metal Thangz,
Camouflage,
Laurel Aitken,
Slick Rick,
The Techniques,
In Retrospect,
The Knickerbockers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brass Construction,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aloha Tigers,
Toni Rubio,
The Fall,
Joe Finger,
The Trojans,
The Mummies,
The Pop Group,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joey Negro,
a-ha,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.