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 United Kingdom and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 the Slits to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Near,
Chris & Cosey,
Absolute Body Control,
Agitation Free,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Holt,
Delta 5,
Index,
Shoche,
Camouflage,
The Pretty Things,
Supertramp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moody Blues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hasil Adkins,
Godley & Creme,
Eve St. Jones,
Pagans,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Green,
a-ha,
Skarface,
New York Dolls,
Bang On A Can,
Blake Baxter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gong,
Ken Boothe,
The Wake,
June of 44,
Wasted Youth,
Scan 7,
DNA,
The Sound,
Heaven 17,
Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
Groovy Waters,
Michelle Simonal,
D'Angelo,
The Kinks,
Joy Division,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warsaw,
The Smiths,
Cluster,
The Grass Roots,
Yellowson,
Jeff Lynne,
Livin' Joy,
Cybotron,
Blancmange,
Derrick Morgan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.