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 Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 The Dirtbombs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
The United States of America,
Chris & Cosey,
R.M.O.,
Q and Not U,
X-102,
FM Einheit,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dead Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skarface,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Subhumans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Cale,
The Count Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiohead,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Mills,
Little Man,
Theoretical Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Livin' Joy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pretty Things,
AZ,
Joyce Sims,
Lakeside,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Techniques,
Leonard Cohen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Josef K,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun City Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pussy Galore,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hashim,
Jacob Miller,
Agent Orange,
Brick,
The Buckinghams,
The Misunderstood,
LL Cool J,
the Normal,
Cymande,
Sixth Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
Section 25,
David McCallum,
the Association,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra,
Crooked Eye,
Echospace,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.