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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sällskapet to the rap 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scion,
Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Smog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun City Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Harmonia,
Rotary Connection,
Jacques Brel,
OOIOO,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra,
F. McDonald,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cal Tjader,
Silicon Teens,
Godley & Creme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alice Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mandrill,
Newcleus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül,
The Barracudas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siglo XX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anthony Braxton,
Fad Gadget,
Lyres,
The Dead C,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Terry,
Lucky Dragons,
Amazonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Hill,
The Alarm Clocks,
Essential Logic,
Zapp,
Sugar Minott,
Clear Light,
Ronan,
Shoche,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Heaven 17,
Flash Fearless,
Y Pants,
Adolescents,
LL Cool J,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.