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 Moldova 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Guru Guru to the rap 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Offenders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Residents,
Monolake,
Piero Umiliani,
Neu!,
Shoche,
Ultravox,
Y Pants,
Delta 5,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Outsiders,
Alice Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lower 48,
Jacob Miller,
The Dead C,
Fad Gadget,
The Smoke,
Alton Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doors,
the Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
Grey Daturas,
Depeche Mode,
Los Fastidios,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cameo,
PIL,
Buzzcocks,
Radiohead,
The Cure,
Marcia Griffiths,
Leonard Cohen,
Mary Jane Girls,
OOIOO,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arthur Verocai,
Pylon,
Black Pus,
Darondo,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Gang Dance,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Sherman,
Albert Ayler,
Moss Icon,
Cal Tjader,
CMW,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxette,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.