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 Congo and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Warren Ellis to the electroclash 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Q and Not U,
Sonic Youth,
Lower 48,
K-Klass,
The Pretty Things,
Sarah Menescal,
Patti Smith,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül II,
The Stooges,
Loose Ends,
Blancmange,
Brand Nubian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Qualms,
JFA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flash Fearless,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hardrive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siglo XX,
Marvin Gaye,
Crash Course in Science,
Sugar Minott,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Hill,
The Litter,
Brick,
The Cramps,
Slave,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare,
DJ Style,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cowsills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Visage,
The United States of America,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reuben Wilson,
Altered Images,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Smog,
Al Stewart,
Tropical Tobacco,
FM Einheit,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
the Normal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.