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 Ukraine and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 The Residents 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Von Mondo,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Style,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crime,
Eden Ahbez,
Bob Dylan,
The Stooges,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Skatalites,
Deakin,
Carl Craig,
U.S. Maple,
Mandrill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slave,
Warren Ellis,
The Count Five,
Hashim,
Procol Harum,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Joyce Sims,
The Flesh Eaters,
Al Stewart,
Japan,
the Normal,
The Gladiators,
Eve St. Jones,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brothers Johnson,
Idris Muhammad,
The Five Americans,
the Association,
Skriet,
Qualms,
Malaria!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joensuu 1685,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mo-Dettes,
Agitation Free,
Aloha Tigers,
Loose Ends,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cure,
Peter & Gordon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantaleimon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brand Nubian,
PIL,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.