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 Colombia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Ice-T to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Unwound,
Warren Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eve St. Jones,
Urselle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
X-102,
Peter and Kerry,
Aural Exciters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Metal Thangz,
D'Angelo,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Terry,
The Durutti Column,
Pantaleimon,
Lungfish,
Jawbox,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Pus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
One Last Wish,
Letta Mbulu,
David Axelrod,
Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül II,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scientists,
Q65,
T. Rex,
Duran Duran,
Joensuu 1685,
Tres Demented,
the Human League,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Lou Christie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mandrill,
Black Moon,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minor Threat,
Bill Wells,
Al Stewart,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Young Rascals,
Half Japanese,
Pulsallama,
Archie Shepp,
The Real Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Intrusion,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.