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 Italy and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ornette Coleman to the disco 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Interpol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flash Fearless,
Model 500,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cymande,
Chrome,
The Cramps,
Deakin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rod Modell,
Todd Rundgren,
The Busters,
Johnny Clarke,
Sound Behaviour,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Icehouse,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bluetip,
The Birthday Party,
Blake Baxter,
Franke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sugar Minott,
ABC,
Severed Heads,
The Angels of Light,
Radiohead,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Halsall,
John Holt,
Jacques Brel,
Drexciya,
Alphaville,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Hill,
Wire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pagans,
Panda Bear,
The Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
the Association,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Metal Thangz,
Von Mondo,
John Lydon,
The Golliwogs,
Hoover,
cv313,
Black Moon,
June Days,
The Gladiators,
David Axelrod,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.