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 Ecuador and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Seeds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nas,
The Blues Magoos,
The Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
Main Source,
Albert Ayler,
Soul II Soul,
Country Teasers,
Japan,
Radio Birdman,
David Bowie,
Metal Thangz,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young,
Hardrive,
The Dead C,
Loose Ends,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bad Manners,
JFA,
Animal Collective,
Joey Negro,
Sound Behaviour,
Amazonics,
Morten Harket,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blackbyrds,
Audionom,
The Zeros,
Juan Atkins,
Black Flag,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Wells,
The New Christs,
The Saints,
Black Pus,
Easy Going,
The Searchers,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Görl,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aaron Thompson,
Mo-Dettes,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lightning Bolt,
Fatback Band,
Warren Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Simply Red,
Gichy Dan,
Chrome,
Toni Rubio,
Desert Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dennis Brown,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.