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 Belgium and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Boz Scaggs to the crunk 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Drexciya,
Al Stewart,
Sonic Youth,
Ten City,
Heaven 17,
Drive Like Jehu,
JFA,
Pulsallama,
Byron Stingily,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Massinfluence,
Rites of Spring,
Little Man,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Near,
Nico,
Kayak,
Quantec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Rundgren,
Soulsonic Force,
The Associates,
Jawbox,
The Saints,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Intrusion,
Anthony Braxton,
Piero Umiliani,
Tres Demented,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Dolphy,
Organ,
Dave Gahan,
The United States of America,
Wally Richardson,
Yazoo,
The Cure,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Connie Case,
Kurtis Blow,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Style,
Siglo XX,
Eve St. Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hasil Adkins,
David Bowie,
Babytalk,
Cluster,
The Moody Blues,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.