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 Mexico and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Pantytec,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stetsasonic,
PIL,
The United States of America,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
a-ha,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q65,
The Zeros,
The Count Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Order,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Star Department,
Letta Mbulu,
Dave Gahan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harmonia,
Carl Craig,
The Dave Clark Five,
Infiniti,
T. Rex,
Slick Rick,
Accadde A,
Ponytail,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Q and Not U,
Isaac Hayes,
Glenn Branca,
Mad Mike,
Fugazi,
Cal Tjader,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
CMW,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker,
Liliput,
Tubeway Army,
Circle Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Wally Richardson,
Heaven 17,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Max Romeo,
Darondo,
Can,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young,
Fad Gadget,
Faust,
Pagans,
Black Flag,
Groovy Waters,
Sugar Minott,
Magazine,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.