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 Congo and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Tres Demented to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Wyatt,
Infiniti,
Lindisfarne,
The Fortunes,
Motorama,
Second Layer,
Joe Smooth,
Colin Newman,
Monolake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Make Up,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Tubeway Army,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ponytail,
Bill Wells,
Joe Finger,
Duran Duran,
Aloha Tigers,
Quadrant,
Joy Division,
Nick Fraelich,
Rufus Thomas,
U.S. Maple,
Zapp,
Theoretical Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Joyce Sims,
Adolescents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Clarke,
Agitation Free,
Stetsasonic,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Peter and Kerry,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Sherman,
The Remains,
Gastr Del Sol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxy Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
kango's stein massive,
Animal Collective,
Jandek,
Deakin,
The Buckinghams,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Last Poets,
Black Moon,
Flash Fearless,
The Barracudas,
Icehouse,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.