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 Kuwait and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 The J.B.'s to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Bad Manners,
Altered Images,
Curtis Mayfield,
Isaac Hayes,
The Motions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Motorama,
Faust,
Cymande,
X-102,
Connie Case,
Archie Shepp,
Sixth Finger,
The Cramps,
Erasure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Happenings,
Infiniti,
Niagra,
Saccharine Trust,
Pagans,
Television,
Bang On A Can,
Tubeway Army,
Ohio Players,
Eli Mardock,
Lower 48,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül,
Stetsasonic,
the Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Rapeman,
Slick Rick,
Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Can,
Symarip,
Sparks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erykah Badu,
U.S. Maple,
Jawbox,
Lucky Dragons,
Blake Baxter,
Sonic Youth,
Chris Corsano,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Cameo,
Peter and Kerry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pere Ubu,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.