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 Rwanda and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Faraquet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Godley & Creme,
Essential Logic,
John Foxx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Star Department,
T.S.O.L.,
a-ha,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glenn Branca,
Jandek,
Depeche Mode,
The Wake,
Groovy Waters,
kango's stein massive,
Joensuu 1685,
Ken Boothe,
Second Layer,
The Associates,
Erykah Badu,
DNA,
Sight & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
K-Klass,
Morten Harket,
Drexciya,
Ten City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mr. Review,
Popol Vuh,
U.S. Maple,
Moby Grape,
Grauzone,
Scion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Monolake,
Lower 48,
Infiniti,
Royal Trux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barbara Tucker,
Ossler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kas Product,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dawn Penn,
Aural Exciters,
Oblivians,
X-Ray Spex,
Franke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Kenny Larkin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
KRS-One,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.