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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
MC5,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jawbox,
Jeff Mills,
The Index,
Ituana,
Unwound,
The Move,
Joe Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fatback Band,
Pere Ubu,
The Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Enemy,
Eden Ahbez,
Procol Harum,
Crash Course in Science,
Ten City,
Average White Band,
The New Christs,
Jandek,
The Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The United States of America,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers,
Stetsasonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Terry,
The Searchers,
Lungfish,
the Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Marvin Gaye,
Skaos,
R.M.O.,
The Fugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Isaac Hayes,
Yazoo,
cv313,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pretty Things,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cymande,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Wyatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slick Rick,
the Germs,
Yaz,
Sandy B,
DJ Style,
Icehouse,
Blancmange,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.