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 Sierra Leone and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 Remains to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Parry Music,
Deakin,
The Toasters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eurythmics,
Nas,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalann,
Monks,
Alton Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Moon,
Minnie Riperton,
Bob Dylan,
Rosa Yemen,
Tom Boy,
Fatback Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Steve Hackett,
David Bowie,
Unrelated Segments,
The Modern Lovers,
Icehouse,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lindisfarne,
David Axelrod,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Zapp,
The Fugs,
the Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Mandrill,
The Gap Band,
Skaos,
DNA,
Althea and Donna,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
E-Dancer,
Banda Bassotti,
Urselle,
The New Christs,
the Bar-Kays,
Aaron Thompson,
Magazine,
The Fortunes,
Excepter,
Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Visage,
Laurel Aitken,
the Association,
Fluxion,
Swell Maps,
One Last Wish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.