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 Honduras and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 48th St. Collective to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Fluxion,
Parry Music,
Don Cherry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neu!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cybotron,
Kayak,
Depeche Mode,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
The Move,
Infiniti,
Ossler,
Archie Shepp,
The Modern Lovers,
Underground Resistance,
One Last Wish,
Pagans,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Rundgren,
Fugazi,
Kas Product,
Aaron Thompson,
The Litter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Bauhaus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scratch Acid,
E-Dancer,
Trumans Water,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blackbyrds,
JFA,
Hashim,
Marvin Gaye,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yusef Lateef,
Dead Boys,
Sparks,
Skarface,
Alton Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Albert Ayler,
Simply Red,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.