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 Turkey and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Easy Going to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Yaz,
T. Rex,
Magazine,
New York Dolls,
The Velvet Underground,
Funkadelic,
The Beau Brummels,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra,
Buzzcocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lungfish,
Sandy B,
Connie Case,
Unrelated Segments,
Maleditus Sound,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Albert Ayler,
Josef K,
Monolake,
Ten City,
Agitation Free,
Jawbox,
Harmonia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kurtis Blow,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Görl,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Anakelly,
The Count Five,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonic Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yellowson,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Organ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donald Byrd,
Outsiders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dave Gahan,
Wings,
Urselle,
New Order,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nils Olav,
Pylon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.