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 Uzbekistan and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Bluetip,
Q and Not U,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sixth Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Reuben Wilson,
Japan,
DJ Sneak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donny Hathaway,
The Offenders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Byrd,
Mandrill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The United States of America,
In Retrospect,
Fat Boys,
Aswad,
Electric Prunes,
Tom Boy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suburban Knight,
Davy DMX,
Fatback Band,
10cc,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yaz,
Suicide,
Eddi Front,
Yazoo,
Sex Pistols,
Lebanon Hanover,
Iggy Pop,
The Wake,
Angry Samoans,
Pagans,
Derrick May,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Move,
Dead Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vladislav Delay,
Agent Orange,
Symarip,
The Cure,
Moss Icon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Excepter,
Barrington Levy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.