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 Mauritius and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Idris Muhammad to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
La Düsseldorf,
The Barracudas,
Erasure,
Brass Construction,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Archie Shepp,
New York Dolls,
Arab on Radar,
Iggy Pop,
Thee Headcoats,
Aaron Thompson,
the Association,
Section 25,
Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Vainqueur,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dead C,
the Germs,
Colin Newman,
Crooked Eye,
Mission of Burma,
Aural Exciters,
Eden Ahbez,
Michelle Simonal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television Personalities,
Black Flag,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pulsallama,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quantec,
Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
The Kinks,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Subhumans,
Zero Boys,
Surgeon,
Fugazi,
Deadbeat,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick May,
Aswad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Juan Atkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Newcleus,
the Swans,
Joey Negro,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.