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 Algeria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lee Hazlewood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Section 25,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magazine,
Ten City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Archie Shepp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Basic Channel,
Albert Ayler,
The Slackers,
Joe Smooth,
Adolescents,
Davy DMX,
Vainqueur,
The Cramps,
Easy Going,
The Dirtbombs,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cowsills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fad Gadget,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Halsall,
Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Ossler,
the Soft Cell,
Whodini,
Piero Umiliani,
Barrington Levy,
Kas Product,
Aswad,
Nik Kershaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tommy Roe,
Simply Red,
Unwound,
Brand Nubian,
The Evens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxy Music,
Dual Sessions,
Wire,
Arthur Verocai,
Masters at Work,
Lungfish,
Delta 5,
Nirvana,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fugs,
EPMD,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.