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 Spain and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stetsasonic,
Sixth Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Cell,
Rakim,
MC5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
U.S. Maple,
The Durutti Column,
Marmalade,
Trumans Water,
Tears for Fears,
Mr. Review,
Chris & Cosey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Hill,
Mantronix,
B.T. Express,
Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Sam Rivers,
Peter and Kerry,
Animal Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Bad Manners,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Dennis Brown,
Model 500,
Nils Olav,
The Trojans,
Rotary Connection,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Modern Lovers,
Dual Sessions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Offenders,
Gang of Four,
Bill Wells,
Schoolly D,
Underground Resistance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Newcleus,
Unwound,
Deadbeat,
KRS-One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erasure,
Bang On A Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camouflage,
Blossom Toes,
Loose Ends,
Alice Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Leonard Cohen,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.