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 Nauru and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Arthur Verocai to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Cluster,
The Toasters,
Robert Hood,
Barry Ungar,
Sparks,
Altered Images,
the Association,
Joey Negro,
Sandy B,
Joe Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Tremeloes,
Wasted Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Human League,
Khruangbin,
Animal Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Procol Harum,
Peter & Gordon,
a-ha,
Danielle Patucci,
Reuben Wilson,
Soulsonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aural Exciters,
Surgeon,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moody Blues,
The American Breed,
Theoretical Girls,
Masters at Work,
Bad Manners,
The Sound,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Names,
Model 500,
John Cale,
Unwound,
Zero Boys,
Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Judy Mowatt,
Aaron Thompson,
Deadbeat,
Minnie Riperton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magazine,
Tears for Fears,
Alphaville,
Barbara Tucker,
Roger Hodgson,
Marmalade,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.