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 Uzbekistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 Drexciya to the grime 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bronski Beat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dark Day,
the Germs,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Minnie Riperton,
Camouflage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Bizarre Inc.,
Juan Atkins,
Technova,
Drive Like Jehu,
Make Up,
Soul II Soul,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amazonics,
Babytalk,
The Sound,
D'Angelo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suicide,
The Index,
Porter Ricks,
Nirvana,
Black Pus,
FM Einheit,
The Fall,
Newcleus,
Soul Sonic Force,
AZ,
Boredoms,
Robert Hood,
Los Fastidios,
Donny Hathaway,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mantronix,
Circle Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Hoover,
Subhumans,
Brick,
Johnny Clarke,
Connie Case,
Pantytec,
Ronnie Foster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Durutti Column,
Bush Tetras,
Shoche,
Fluxion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Copeland,
The Fugs,
David McCallum,
Tim Buckley,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.