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 Papua New Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Lightning Bolt to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Lower 48,
Lucky Dragons,
Vladislav Delay,
Sugar Minott,
Stereo Dub,
Wings,
Moby Grape,
The Slackers,
The Doors,
Rotary Connection,
Infiniti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joy Division,
The Fortunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Kinks,
Graham Central Station,
Oneida,
Bluetip,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smiths,
Quantec,
Al Stewart,
Heaven 17,
Ronnie Foster,
Morten Harket,
OOIOO,
Matthew Bourne,
Magma,
Michelle Simonal,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scion,
Ornette Coleman,
Darondo,
Country Teasers,
Wire,
Groovy Waters,
Carl Craig,
The Skatalites,
Slick Rick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Procol Harum,
Lakeside,
Deakin,
Los Fastidios,
Mars,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter & Gordon,
Suburban Knight,
Charles Mingus,
The Searchers,
The Mummies,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.