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 Netherlands and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Johnny Clarke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
Pantaleimon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yusef Lateef,
Y Pants,
DNA,
Delta 5,
Lucky Dragons,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boz Scaggs,
Juan Atkins,
Morten Harket,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Little Man,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scan 7,
Brass Construction,
Essential Logic,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Invisible,
8 Eyed Spy,
The United States of America,
Neil Young,
Bill Wells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Absolute Body Control,
Joyce Sims,
Second Layer,
Faraquet,
Radiohead,
Liliput,
Lalann,
The Names,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Bananas,
Lyres,
Tommy Roe,
Janne Schatter,
The Selecter,
Flash Fearless,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glenn Branca,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Standells,
Los Fastidios,
Bush Tetras,
John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Hood,
One Last Wish,
Ornette Coleman,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.