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 Cuba and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Techniques,
Grauzone,
The Saints,
Howard Jones,
Skarface,
The Beau Brummels,
Liliput,
Los Fastidios,
The Gun Club,
Cymande,
Y Pants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Underground Resistance,
The Invisible,
Interpol,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blues Magoos,
Shuggie Otis,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Monolake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drexciya,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quantec,
Public Enemy,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Finger,
Blancmange,
Sixth Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Ice-T,
Visage,
Josef K,
John Lydon,
Juan Atkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Joey Negro,
Chris & Cosey,
the Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Archie Shepp,
Pussy Galore,
Scratch Acid,
Newcleus,
The Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter & Gordon,
Alton Ellis,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.