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 Chile and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Boredoms to the electroclash 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
OOIOO,
The Gap Band,
Von Mondo,
The Count Five,
48th St. Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
Urselle,
Ice-T,
Suicide,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fall,
Popol Vuh,
Gang of Four,
the Association,
Unrelated Segments,
Anakelly,
Boogie Down Productions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alice Coltrane,
Quantec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smoke,
Average White Band,
Rapeman,
Ornette Coleman,
Bush Tetras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-Ray Spex,
JFA,
The Gories,
Swell Maps,
Goldenarms,
Sandy B,
Young Marble Giants,
Babytalk,
Byron Stingily,
Grauzone,
Masters at Work,
The Modern Lovers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Sällskapet,
Malaria!,
Funkadelic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Schoolly D,
Al Stewart,
The Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
The Neon Judgement,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
D'Angelo,
The Cramps,
John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.