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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Von Mondo to the grunge 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bauhaus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lungfish,
Sarah Menescal,
Rod Modell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Kayak,
Gang Green,
New Order,
The Gun Club,
Outsiders,
Barbara Tucker,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kevin Saunderson,
Interpol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
The Gap Band,
Tres Demented,
Lower 48,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Parry Music,
UT,
Juan Atkins,
Magazine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ice-T,
Accadde A,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Davy DMX,
the Normal,
E-Dancer,
Theoretical Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Searchers,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eden Ahbez,
Von Mondo,
cv313,
Soul Sonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Ultravox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Beau Brummels,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonic Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
The Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.