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 Madagascar 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Gichy Dan to the dance 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Tommy Roe,
Kurtis Blow,
Motorama,
Shuggie Otis,
Con Funk Shun,
Swell Maps,
Crooked Eye,
The Grass Roots,
Arab on Radar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soulsonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Germs,
Ludus,
Funky Four + One,
Wings,
Dennis Brown,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Jimmy McGriff,
Panda Bear,
Ken Boothe,
The Red Krayola,
Desert Stars,
Masters at Work,
Mr. Review,
The Selecter,
Agent Orange,
Camouflage,
Technova,
Q65,
The Residents,
The Dirtbombs,
The American Breed,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Machine,
Intrusion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cluster,
Moebius,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Misunderstood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Al Stewart,
Eric B and Rakim,
KRS-One,
Radiohead,
Piero Umiliani,
Morten Harket,
Jacob Miller,
Bizarre Inc.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pretty Things,
The Remains,
Parry Music,
Barbara Tucker,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.