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 Malta and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Kenny Larkin,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Charles Mingus,
The Move,
Gong,
The Velvet Underground,
Saccharine Trust,
Scientists,
Simply Red,
Arcadia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
The Blues Magoos,
David Axelrod,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Bowie,
Lakeside,
The Modern Lovers,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry's Kids,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Style,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young,
Cal Tjader,
Kurtis Blow,
June Days,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sound,
The Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Trumans Water,
Half Japanese,
Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed,
The American Breed,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Görl,
Ronnie Foster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Pus,
Accadde A,
The Standells,
Altered Images,
Glenn Branca,
Isaac Hayes,
Erykah Badu,
Audionom,
EPMD,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.