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 Jordan and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roxy Music to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Teasers,
John Foxx,
Funky Four + One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New York Dolls,
Unwound,
Flipper,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
B.T. Express,
The Neon Judgement,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Barracudas,
Pylon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crime,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Grass Roots,
Jimmy McGriff,
K-Klass,
Minor Threat,
Arab on Radar,
Michelle Simonal,
Chrome,
Zapp,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Young Marble Giants,
China Crisis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warsaw,
Roxy Music,
Camouflage,
Ultravox,
Fat Boys,
Kas Product,
Joe Finger,
Wire,
Banda Bassotti,
Khruangbin,
Audionom,
The Invisible,
Make Up,
Guru Guru,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare,
The Buckinghams,
Danielle Patucci,
Rod Modell,
Fluxion,
Procol Harum,
Jacques Brel,
The Mummies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rotary Connection,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.