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 Tunisia and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scott Walker to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Buckinghams,
Jandek,
Clear Light,
Ossler,
Metal Thangz,
Theoretical Girls,
Agitation Free,
Parry Music,
Black Moon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dirtbombs,
The Birthday Party,
The Litter,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sällskapet,
Symarip,
Ohio Players,
The American Breed,
Darondo,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Lynne,
The Barracudas,
MDC,
Joe Smooth,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül,
Roxette,
Swans,
The Remains,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Fluxion,
Make Up,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Unrelated Segments,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stetsasonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed,
Althea and Donna,
Simply Red,
Aloha Tigers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Groovy Waters,
Scientists,
ABBA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Albert Ayler,
The Saints,
Blancmange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Colin Newman,
Aural Exciters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alison Limerick,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.