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 Tajikistan and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Tremeloes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ice-T,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wally Richardson,
Outsiders,
Josef K,
Deadbeat,
Erykah Badu,
Anthony Braxton,
Fluxion,
Tom Boy,
Vainqueur,
L. Decosne,
Organ,
Icehouse,
Ohio Players,
Sister Nancy,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Loose Ends,
Black Flag,
The Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Skaos,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joy Division,
Dennis Brown,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers,
Mr. Review,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zapp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alphaville,
Suicide,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Modern Lovers,
Iggy Pop,
X-101,
The Pop Group,
The Buckinghams,
The Monochrome Set,
Panda Bear,
Connie Case,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gories,
Maleditus Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Drexciya,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.