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 Uruguay and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Flash Fearless to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Gladiators,
Guru Guru,
Gichy Dan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MC5,
New Order,
UT,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heaven 17,
Lindisfarne,
Porter Ricks,
The Cramps,
Fluxion,
Joey Negro,
Monolake,
James White and The Blacks,
Index,
Roxy Music,
T. Rex,
Nico,
Todd Rundgren,
New Age Steppers,
Stiv Bators,
Barry Ungar,
Magma,
Royal Trux,
Babytalk,
Kerrie Biddell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Negative Approach,
Warren Ellis,
Rapeman,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Martian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Carl Craig,
CMW,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eli Mardock,
The Associates,
Bad Manners,
the Swans,
Slave,
Clear Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Leonard Cohen,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül II,
Wings,
FM Einheit,
Robert Wyatt,
Zero Boys,
Bill Near,
The Skatalites,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.