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 Equatorial Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Q and Not U to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Scientists,
The Gap Band,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radio Birdman,
Accadde A,
Goldenarms,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Symarip,
Das Ding,
Half Japanese,
The Smoke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Dolphy,
FM Einheit,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Tremeloes,
Magma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Görl,
The Golliwogs,
The Black Dice,
X-102,
The Blackbyrds,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dave Gahan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television Personalities,
The Selecter,
MDC,
The Slackers,
Bluetip,
Colin Newman,
Shoche,
Avey Tare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Connie Case,
Lalann,
The Fortunes,
Darondo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Mandrill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grauzone,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Desert Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.