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 Cambodia 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Sherman to the techno 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Last Poets,
The Mojo Men,
Cybotron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tubeway Army,
Albert Ayler,
Boz Scaggs,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Japan,
Silicon Teens,
Ten City,
Sam Rivers,
Tim Buckley,
Brass Construction,
Y Pants,
The Grass Roots,
Ronan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wasted Youth,
Lungfish,
Lakeside,
Yellowson,
UT,
The Knickerbockers,
DNA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Star Department,
Black Sheep,
The Fall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dual Sessions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wolf Eyes,
Kurtis Blow,
Godley & Creme,
Skriet,
World's Most,
Pole,
John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Cymande,
Kenny Larkin,
Pylon,
Connie Case,
Simply Red,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blake Baxter,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Sherman,
Warsaw,
K-Klass,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Detroit Cobras,
Panda Bear,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.