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 Grenada and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 The Modern Lovers to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Procol Harum,
Model 500,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oneida,
the Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Freddie Wadling,
H. Thieme,
Crash Course in Science,
Magma,
Roxy Music,
AZ,
Animal Collective,
Camberwell Now,
Piero Umiliani,
One Last Wish,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gories,
Slick Rick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doors,
Royal Trux,
Monks,
Brick,
Black Pus,
Delta 5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visage,
Scrapy,
DJ Sneak,
Ken Boothe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Litter,
Agitation Free,
The Pop Group,
Cybotron,
X-101,
The Cramps,
The Busters,
Infiniti,
Guru Guru,
Suicide,
John Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Malaria!,
B.T. Express,
Kas Product,
Sun City Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grauzone,
Country Teasers,
The Young Rascals,
The Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Toni Rubio,
Bang On A Can,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.