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 Botswana 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 CMW to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mantronix,
Blossom Toes,
Anthony Braxton,
Slave,
Chrome,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moody Blues,
KRS-One,
Prince Buster,
Stiv Bators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MC5,
Schoolly D,
Cheater Slicks,
Pulsallama,
Fatback Band,
New Order,
Bobby Womack,
Patti Smith,
Roxette,
The Golliwogs,
Marmalade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Technova,
Avey Tare,
Adolescents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Teasers,
Sight & Sound,
Lalann,
The Kinks,
Eric Dolphy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
China Crisis,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hardrive,
Visage,
The Associates,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gun Club,
Duran Duran,
The United States of America,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Velvet Underground,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
Faust,
Blancmange,
Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Juan Atkins,
The Names,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oneida,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.