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 Palau and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Eden Ahbez to the punk 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Clear Light,
Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Pussy Galore,
Spoonie Gee,
Hashim,
Marine Girls,
48th St. Collective,
The Gun Club,
Negative Approach,
Magma,
Blake Baxter,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Bananas,
The Human League,
F. McDonald,
Steve Hackett,
Easy Going,
Con Funk Shun,
Nas,
Gong,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Harmonia,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maleditus Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Faust,
Marvin Gaye,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronnie Foster,
The Remains,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Whodini,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Buckinghams,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Cluster,
Nirvana,
Mark Hollis,
Suicide,
The Velvet Underground,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slackers,
Mission of Burma,
Scrapy,
Judy Mowatt,
Q and Not U,
Crime,
Ornette Coleman,
Graham Central Station,
FM Einheit,
Fluxion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.