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 New Zealand 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Theoretical Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Jandek,
Circle Jerks,
The Searchers,
Von Mondo,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skarface,
The Fugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Toasters,
Soul Sonic Force,
PIL,
Parry Music,
The Stooges,
Dawn Penn,
Masters at Work,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalann,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cal Tjader,
D'Angelo,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fall,
Q and Not U,
These Immortal Souls,
Juan Atkins,
Deakin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Panda Bear,
Yusef Lateef,
Wally Richardson,
Scion,
Pantaleimon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scan 7,
Bad Manners,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry's Kids,
the Human League,
The Cramps,
Delon & Dalcan,
The United States of America,
Joy Division,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
EPMD,
Radio Birdman,
Nik Kershaw,
CMW,
The Techniques,
Moby Grape,
The Smoke,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.