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 Ghana and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bluetip to the disco 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Rapeman,
The Monochrome Set,
Fatback Band,
The Golliwogs,
Henry Cow,
Black Bananas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ossler,
Glenn Branca,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echospace,
Rekid,
Idris Muhammad,
Cluster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jawbox,
Man Parrish,
June Days,
Delta 5,
Nik Kershaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Ice-T,
David Bowie,
A Certain Ratio,
kango's stein massive,
MDC,
Maurizio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Byron Stingily,
Warren Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Offenders,
The Red Krayola,
The Birthday Party,
Eli Mardock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Intrusion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dual Sessions,
Second Layer,
Todd Rundgren,
Mark Hollis,
The Associates,
Soft Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pere Ubu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eurythmics,
Subhumans,
Godley & Creme,
Faraquet,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.