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 Latvia and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Golliwogs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Technova,
U.S. Maple,
The Happenings,
Intrusion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gladiators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rosa Yemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Second Layer,
Idris Muhammad,
Alison Limerick,
Isaac Hayes,
Heaven 17,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Hood,
Gang of Four,
Davy DMX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scan 7,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra,
Rapeman,
Gichy Dan,
John Holt,
the Bar-Kays,
Wally Richardson,
The Skatalites,
Mandrill,
Rod Modell,
Flash Fearless,
The Golliwogs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Last Poets,
Saccharine Trust,
Yellowson,
Television,
Chris Corsano,
Grauzone,
Black Pus,
The Gories,
DNA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Red Krayola,
Massinfluence,
Harry Pussy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bronski Beat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Altered Images,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.