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 Libya and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mo-Dettes to the funk 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Country Teasers,
Stetsasonic,
Slick Rick,
Pulsallama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Idris Muhammad,
Tommy Roe,
the Slits,
The Standells,
Radio Birdman,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy Collins,
Negative Approach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Laurel Aitken,
Charles Mingus,
The Vogues,
John Cale,
Gang Green,
Yusef Lateef,
Pylon,
UT,
Monolake,
Nick Fraelich,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonic Youth,
Desert Stars,
Wire,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Wells,
Scientists,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacob Miller,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Leaves,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Starr,
Popol Vuh,
The Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Sugar Minott,
Aswad,
Robert Hood,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantaleimon,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Christie,
Scion,
the Association,
Black Moon,
DNA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
The Young Rascals,
Albert Ayler,
Cybotron,
Derrick May,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.