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 Dominican Republic and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Cale to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Sandy B,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Easy Going,
Negative Approach,
Alice Coltrane,
Wings,
EPMD,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Unwound,
Urselle,
the Swans,
Skriet,
F. McDonald,
Echospace,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Fraelich,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott Heron,
The United States of America,
Graham Central Station,
Swell Maps,
the Human League,
Shoche,
Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Symarip,
Tears for Fears,
The Gladiators,
Arab on Radar,
Sun City Girls,
the Association,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Trojans,
the Normal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Prince Buster,
Mantronix,
Don Cherry,
AZ,
Theoretical Girls,
Mr. Review,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wally Richardson,
Sight & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Flash Fearless,
Darondo,
The Angels of Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tres Demented,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Au Pairs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sex Pistols,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.