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 Belgium and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Moon to the rap 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Buzzcocks,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed,
Man Parrish,
Ohio Players,
Absolute Body Control,
Fatback Band,
Wings,
Reagan Youth,
Maurizio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Associates,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare,
Camouflage,
Agitation Free,
Sparks,
Sarah Menescal,
Stetsasonic,
The Gap Band,
Eve St. Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Max Romeo,
Moebius,
Khruangbin,
Mark Hollis,
Inner City,
Aaron Thompson,
Slick Rick,
Brothers Johnson,
Newcleus,
La Düsseldorf,
Essential Logic,
Mandrill,
Joey Negro,
John Lydon,
Camberwell Now,
The Residents,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra,
Jandek,
Yazoo,
Mad Mike,
Derrick May,
Interpol,
Depeche Mode,
Crispian St. Peters,
Morten Harket,
Unwound,
Rites of Spring,
Altered Images,
Siglo XX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nico,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ice-T,
Scientists,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moleskins,
Zapp,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.