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 Haiti and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Litter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Y Pants,
Pagans,
The United States of America,
Kerri Chandler,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Soft Cell,
Japan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Groovy Waters,
Cymande,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Walker Brothers,
New York Dolls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Mills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wings,
The Count Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Trumans Water,
Arcadia,
Tres Demented,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Misunderstood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scion,
Agent Orange,
Grauzone,
Ronan,
Soft Machine,
Joy Division,
Michelle Simonal,
Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Althea and Donna,
X-Ray Spex,
David Bowie,
Ten City,
Surgeon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shoche,
Marmalade,
Rekid,
The Human League,
June of 44,
The Star Department,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Certain Ratio,
Cecil Taylor,
Unwound,
Suicide,
The Residents,
Infiniti,
David Axelrod,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Max Romeo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.