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 Palau and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eric Copeland to the crunk 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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shoche,
E-Dancer,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultra Naté,
Fela Kuti,
Trumans Water,
Erykah Badu,
Cecil Taylor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Radio Birdman,
Mad Mike,
Ronan,
Stiv Bators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
10cc,
Guru Guru,
Piero Umiliani,
Carl Craig,
DJ Style,
A Certain Ratio,
Gichy Dan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mark Hollis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Con Funk Shun,
Audionom,
Erasure,
Henry Cow,
The Doors,
Spandau Ballet,
Wire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flipper,
The Human League,
KRS-One,
Brass Construction,
Funkadelic,
Niagra,
The Divine Comedy,
June Days,
Roxette,
the Swans,
Avey Tare,
Loose Ends,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter & Gordon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jawbox,
Althea and Donna,
The Monks,
Sun Ra,
Aswad,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.