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 Vietnam and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Iggy Pop to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The United States of America,
LL Cool J,
Scrapy,
The Neon Judgement,
Niagra,
Donny Hathaway,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neu!,
Livin' Joy,
Smog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Eurythmics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed,
Massinfluence,
Ponytail,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Half Japanese,
Japan,
The Smiths,
Khruangbin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bauhaus,
Parry Music,
the Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Second Layer,
Liliput,
This Heat,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Albert Ayler,
Blossom Toes,
Oneida,
Camouflage,
Angry Samoans,
Joyce Sims,
Dual Sessions,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Animal Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
Kenny Larkin,
EPMD,
Black Pus,
Barry Ungar,
Harpers Bizarre,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.