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 Brunei and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ice-T to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
Althea and Donna,
New York Dolls,
The Angels of Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Iggy Pop,
Babytalk,
Lyres,
the Normal,
Aloha Tigers,
Massinfluence,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABC,
A Certain Ratio,
Pussy Galore,
Smog,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fall,
Youth Brigade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monolake,
Hot Snakes,
X-Ray Spex,
Quando Quango,
Maleditus Sound,
Q65,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacob Miller,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Von Mondo,
Terry Callier,
Connie Case,
China Crisis,
Neu!,
Kas Product,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ludus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-102,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mars,
Make Up,
Alton Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick Morgan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
One Last Wish,
Icehouse,
Reuben Wilson,
Qualms,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.