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 Lithuania and from Jakarta.
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 Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Tropical Tobacco to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Unwound,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Fania All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Blancmange,
The Offenders,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Ice-T,
Black Pus,
Scan 7,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Max Romeo,
Cal Tjader,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang On A Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yusef Lateef,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joy Division,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sex Pistols,
The Blackbyrds,
Althea and Donna,
Basic Channel,
Ornette Coleman,
Aaron Thompson,
Organ,
Dennis Brown,
Scrapy,
Moebius,
Susan Cadogan,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Almond,
Amazonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Index,
Moby Grape,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pagans,
T. Rex,
Talk Talk,
The Zeros,
The Move,
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Mills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fear,
Nas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bronski Beat,
The Motions,
Cecil Taylor,
The Buckinghams,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Names,
Schoolly D,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.