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 Singapore and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Barclay James Harvest to the dance 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
UT,
Eric Copeland,
Main Source,
Cecil Taylor,
Vainqueur,
Aaron Thompson,
Cal Tjader,
The Young Rascals,
Visage,
Yusef Lateef,
Talk Talk,
Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Christie,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scientists,
Adolescents,
John Lydon,
Glenn Branca,
Sam Rivers,
Leonard Cohen,
Deepchord,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joey Negro,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aural Exciters,
The Monochrome Set,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gap Band,
DJ Sneak,
a-ha,
Jeff Mills,
the Sonics,
Gong,
Robert Görl,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brick,
Sister Nancy,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Womack,
Joensuu 1685,
The Shadows of Knight,
Negative Approach,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Skatalites,
Mark Hollis,
The Velvet Underground,
One Last Wish,
Rufus Thomas,
The Last Poets,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.