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 Angola and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
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 synthesizer 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grunge 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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gabor Szabo,
Symarip,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monks,
Smog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skarface,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Searchers,
Kaleidoscope,
Barbara Tucker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Sun Ra,
The Durutti Column,
Public Image Ltd.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
The Black Dice,
Scientists,
Newcleus,
Toni Rubio,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Almond,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Style,
Quadrant,
Cheater Slicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Mad Mike,
E-Dancer,
Althea and Donna,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül II,
Tears for Fears,
Intrusion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Hill,
Infiniti,
Joensuu 1685,
Rod Modell,
The Music Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Little Man,
Accadde A,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Connie Case,
Cymande,
Icehouse,
Dennis Brown,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.