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 Liberia 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sparks to the crunk 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Radiohead,
Matthew Halsall,
AZ,
David Bowie,
Darondo,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Starr,
The New Christs,
The Star Department,
Brass Construction,
Flipper,
Funky Four + One,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Finger,
David Axelrod,
June of 44,
Joy Division,
Boz Scaggs,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Infiniti,
Guru Guru,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heaven 17,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cheater Slicks,
Skaos,
Ponytail,
Faraquet,
Aloha Tigers,
Tres Demented,
The Mojo Men,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantytec,
The Smiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Sneak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Metal Thangz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Residents,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Bar-Kays,
Ornette Coleman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tim Buckley,
Dead Boys,
Hardrive,
Yazoo,
Bush Tetras,
Toni Rubio,
Jandek,
The Selecter,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.