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 Netherlands and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Maurizio to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
the Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra,
Judy Mowatt,
The Victims,
Spandau Ballet,
Amazonics,
The Gories,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gabor Szabo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Newcleus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Iggy Pop,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harry Pussy,
Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
Althea and Donna,
Kool Moe Dee,
Royal Trux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Livin' Joy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mission of Burma,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hoover,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Last Poets,
The Music Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Brick,
The Velvet Underground,
The Associates,
MC5,
Rakim,
Altered Images,
Rod Modell,
The Dead C,
Bang On A Can,
Lalann,
Slick Rick,
Sällskapet,
Q65,
Heaven 17,
Morten Harket,
Reuben Wilson,
Erykah Badu,
Camberwell Now,
Sandy B,
Peter & Gordon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fugs,
Colin Newman,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.