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 Japan and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Public Enemy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Isaac Hayes,
Bob Dylan,
Circle Jerks,
Audionom,
Amazonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Josef K,
Eddi Front,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Popol Vuh,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Patti Smith,
The Stooges,
Fad Gadget,
Rekid,
Jeru the Damaja,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barrington Levy,
EPMD,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Wyatt,
OOIOO,
Urselle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Whodini,
Ludus,
Michelle Simonal,
The Buckinghams,
Kas Product,
Nas,
The Gap Band,
Ponytail,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sarah Menescal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ornette Coleman,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiohead,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mo-Dettes,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cheater Slicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Near,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Das Ding,
the Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.