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 Russia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fania All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Moebius,
The Fortunes,
The New Christs,
R.M.O.,
Pere Ubu,
The Stooges,
Lungfish,
Gabor Szabo,
Tom Boy,
Excepter,
Morten Harket,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dead Boys,
Brick,
Donny Hathaway,
Spandau Ballet,
Blancmange,
Eric Dolphy,
Absolute Body Control,
Ice-T,
Graham Central Station,
Radio Birdman,
Blake Baxter,
Whodini,
Minnie Riperton,
Colin Newman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hashim,
Brothers Johnson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed,
Minutemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Gerry Rafferty,
K-Klass,
The Young Rascals,
Barbara Tucker,
Warsaw,
Deakin,
Danielle Patucci,
DNA,
Gang Starr,
Mr. Review,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amazonics,
World's Most,
Zapp,
Sarah Menescal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Japan,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.