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 Marshall Islands and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Nas to the rap 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
June Days,
The Fuzztones,
Wasted Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Eve St. Jones,
In Retrospect,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Surgeon,
Vainqueur,
Maurizio,
Boredoms,
The Wake,
Eric Copeland,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Almond,
Guru Guru,
the Bar-Kays,
Dual Sessions,
The Gun Club,
Marine Girls,
The Martian,
The Count Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Johnny Clarke,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smiths,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers,
Cecil Taylor,
Lightning Bolt,
Magma,
Smog,
Main Source,
Absolute Body Control,
Newcleus,
Hashim,
The American Breed,
Robert Wyatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joyce Sims,
Stetsasonic,
The Move,
Pantytec,
Slave,
Kool Moe Dee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hardrive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Q and Not U,
Jawbox,
Scientists,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.