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 Lebanon 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
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 sitar 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 Quando Quango to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Mantronix,
Excepter,
Tres Demented,
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans,
The Velvet Underground,
Donald Byrd,
Pagans,
The Gap Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skriet,
The Searchers,
The Blackbyrds,
Babytalk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pretty Things,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Steve Hackett,
Motorama,
Avey Tare,
The Wake,
Marmalade,
Theoretical Girls,
John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Country Teasers,
Jawbox,
Roger Hodgson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wings,
Los Fastidios,
The Gladiators,
B.T. Express,
Erykah Badu,
Das Ding,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantytec,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blossom Toes,
Pantaleimon,
the Normal,
Soulsonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liliput,
JFA,
The Associates,
Eric Copeland,
Cluster,
Mandrill,
Charles Mingus,
Dark Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.