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 Liberia and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Freddie Wadling to the grime 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Raincoats,
Drexciya,
Absolute Body Control,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Halsall,
Mad Mike,
Black Moon,
Porter Ricks,
Reuben Wilson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Lynne,
The Offenders,
Todd Rundgren,
the Fania All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Toni Rubio,
Janne Schatter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeru the Damaja,
Albert Ayler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Excepter,
Wasted Youth,
Technova,
Von Mondo,
Gang Starr,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young,
The Moleskins,
ABBA,
Magazine,
Byron Stingily,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Associates,
David Axelrod,
The Invisible,
The Toasters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Carl Craig,
Sandy B,
Pierre Henry,
Panda Bear,
John Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Brass Construction,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echospace,
Amazonics,
Eurythmics,
June of 44,
Pantaleimon,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
The Litter,
Bob Dylan,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.