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 Venezuela and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kayak to the techno 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Gun Club,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens,
Guru Guru,
Roger Hodgson,
Pagans,
R.M.O.,
Brand Nubian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
Cymande,
Suicide,
Lindisfarne,
Magma,
Sixth Finger,
Ohio Players,
The Divine Comedy,
Prince Buster,
Youth Brigade,
UT,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pretty Things,
Lyres,
Cheater Slicks,
Intrusion,
The Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang of Four,
The Busters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Halsall,
Zapp,
Bad Manners,
Cameo,
Junior Murvin,
This Heat,
Terry Callier,
Q65,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stereo Dub,
Livin' Joy,
The Saints,
the Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Max Romeo,
Nas,
Warren Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cowsills,
the Association,
AZ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Evens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Grass Roots,
The Residents,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.