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 Iceland and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Duran Duran to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Holt,
Rakim,
Ronan,
Aural Exciters,
Blossom Toes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quantec,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pole,
Organ,
Chris Corsano,
Severed Heads,
Alton Ellis,
DNA,
the Slits,
JFA,
The Wake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neu!,
The Busters,
Man Parrish,
Jandek,
The Gun Club,
Pantaleimon,
Ituana,
Eric Copeland,
David Axelrod,
Todd Rundgren,
The Litter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Outsiders,
Simply Red,
The Fall,
Charles Mingus,
Alison Limerick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pylon,
Skarface,
The Raincoats,
Shuggie Otis,
Guru Guru,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra,
Davy DMX,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moody Blues,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Sherman,
Oneida,
Mad Mike,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Finger,
Subhumans,
Eli Mardock,
Michelle Simonal,
Carl Craig,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Technova,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.