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 Andorra and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grime 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Wolf Eyes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Icehouse,
Jawbox,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Gabor Szabo,
Zapp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Von Mondo,
The Leaves,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalann,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shuggie Otis,
Zero Boys,
the Germs,
Malaria!,
Slick Rick,
Joe Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anakelly,
Kenny Larkin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Green,
The Smoke,
Kayak,
Charles Mingus,
Spandau Ballet,
Rekid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Excepter,
New Age Steppers,
Erykah Badu,
Sun City Girls,
Procol Harum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bluetip,
Godley & Creme,
The Names,
The Buckinghams,
Joyce Sims,
Easy Going,
Yaz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Walker Brothers,
Niagra,
Alice Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Los Fastidios,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sister Nancy,
Hoover,
Grauzone,
Country Teasers,
Nas,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.