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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Litter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Stiv Bators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dead C,
Agitation Free,
Sex Pistols,
Masters at Work,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amazonics,
the Association,
Graham Central Station,
ABBA,
the Germs,
Faust,
Tubeway Army,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Dolphy,
Kaleidoscope,
Mo-Dettes,
Tomorrow,
Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül II,
Pagans,
One Last Wish,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smiths,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nirvana,
The Count Five,
The Victims,
The Buckinghams,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Angels of Light,
Absolute Body Control,
F. McDonald,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Electric Prunes,
Mars,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fall,
Eddi Front,
Lindisfarne,
The Monks,
Excepter,
La Düsseldorf,
Freddie Wadling,
Fatback Band,
Black Moon,
Marc Almond,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.