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 Cape Verde and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Suicide to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scientists,
Davy DMX,
Moebius,
The Seeds,
Neil Young,
Moby Grape,
Mars,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Near,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers,
Aaron Thompson,
Max Romeo,
L. Decosne,
The Zeros,
The Fortunes,
Stiv Bators,
The Barracudas,
Clear Light,
Dennis Brown,
The Raincoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Steve Hackett,
The Misunderstood,
Marvin Gaye,
Camberwell Now,
New York Dolls,
Nirvana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Martian,
Nik Kershaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Lyres,
The Gories,
Swell Maps,
Ken Boothe,
Pussy Galore,
Y Pants,
Skriet,
June of 44,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minnie Riperton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bad Manners,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erasure,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
CMW,
Flash Fearless,
Pantaleimon,
Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reagan Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Wyatt,
Skaos,
Boredoms,
Theoretical Girls,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.