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 Palau and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Q and Not U to the disco 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Barclay James Harvest,
Howard Jones,
Bob Dylan,
June of 44,
Marc Almond,
E-Dancer,
Brothers Johnson,
Groovy Waters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Buzzcocks,
Scion,
Albert Ayler,
Q65,
Guru Guru,
Nirvana,
Audionom,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Half Japanese,
Monks,
Index,
Kaleidoscope,
Camberwell Now,
The Litter,
The United States of America,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
L. Decosne,
Bad Manners,
Maleditus Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Donald Byrd,
Pantytec,
FM Einheit,
The Monochrome Set,
John Foxx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maurizio,
Amazonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MC5,
Alison Limerick,
Suburban Knight,
Hoover,
June Days,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magma,
Grey Daturas,
The Cramps,
Alice Coltrane,
The Names,
Bang On A Can,
Eden Ahbez,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.