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 Zambia 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
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 mellotron 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 Camouflage to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Lynne,
Lower 48,
Jeff Mills,
Cecil Taylor,
Rufus Thomas,
Quadrant,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul II Soul,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Graham Central Station,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gichy Dan,
Iggy Pop,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang On A Can,
Model 500,
The Stooges,
Clear Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Hill,
Brand Nubian,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Remains,
Todd Terry,
June Days,
Flipper,
Brick,
Altered Images,
Zapp,
Sällskapet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dawn Penn,
The Five Americans,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Organ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Green,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Fraelich,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Copeland,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jandek,
The Fuzztones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pere Ubu,
Q and Not U,
Nas,
Eddi Front,
Franke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.