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 Saudi Arabia and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Normal to the funk 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
D'Angelo,
Circle Jerks,
New Order,
Iggy Pop,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sex Pistols,
Severed Heads,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donny Hathaway,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Bourne,
The Modern Lovers,
The Index,
AZ,
Gang Starr,
The Wake,
Lindisfarne,
Warsaw,
Bauhaus,
10cc,
The Residents,
Man Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zapp,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doobie Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minny Pops,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cowsills,
Davy DMX,
The Smoke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
The Trojans,
Panda Bear,
Gang Green,
Cybotron,
Adolescents,
Bobby Byrd,
Scan 7,
Cecil Taylor,
Skarface,
Bill Wells,
Deepchord,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monks,
The Mojo Men,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moby Grape,
Erasure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.