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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aaron Thompson to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong 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?
Mantronix,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wings,
Joy Division,
Scion,
Groovy Waters,
Black Bananas,
Liliput,
Andrew Hill,
The Saints,
Roxy Music,
The Golliwogs,
The Smiths,
The Martian,
Minor Threat,
Rufus Thomas,
The Searchers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quando Quango,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sonics,
Motorama,
Lou Christie,
UT,
Isaac Hayes,
Funkadelic,
The Angels of Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Oneida,
Terry Callier,
Swell Maps,
John Foxx,
Yazoo,
Letta Mbulu,
Bauhaus,
Slick Rick,
T.S.O.L.,
Hasil Adkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pulsallama,
Judy Mowatt,
Sixth Finger,
Joey Negro,
Zapp,
Delta 5,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Near,
The Walker Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
the Association,
Wire,
The Fugs,
Saccharine Trust,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wolf Eyes,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.