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 Vanuatu and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Drive Like Jehu to the disco 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stereo Dub,
Cheater Slicks,
Outsiders,
The Star Department,
E-Dancer,
Qualms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Offenders,
Oneida,
Delta 5,
Matthew Bourne,
The Vogues,
Bill Wells,
The Index,
Skaos,
Groovy Waters,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Trojans,
Trumans Water,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry's Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
Cluster,
Juan Atkins,
The Sonics,
Black Sheep,
Khruangbin,
Clear Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
OOIOO,
DNA,
Arcadia,
The United States of America,
Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed,
Depeche Mode,
Yazoo,
Davy DMX,
Josef K,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Terry Callier,
The Knickerbockers,
Tom Boy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magma,
Max Romeo,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Eli Mardock,
Scratch Acid,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.