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 Greece and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Fugazi to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Style,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Crooked Eye,
T. Rex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eurythmics,
Duran Duran,
Underground Resistance,
The Angels of Light,
JFA,
The Raincoats,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
D'Angelo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alton Ellis,
Main Source,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Birthday Party,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Talk Talk,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Velvet Underground,
Scion,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Panda Bear,
Ken Boothe,
New Age Steppers,
The Vogues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June Days,
Tropical Tobacco,
PIL,
Minutemen,
The Index,
Model 500,
Amazonics,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker,
The Sonics,
Magma,
X-101,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Durutti Column,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joy Division,
Idris Muhammad,
the Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gories,
Vladislav Delay,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.