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 Turkey and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Sparks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Boredoms,
Bauhaus,
Lalann,
Bobby Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sister Nancy,
Yusef Lateef,
Average White Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Sight & Sound,
Davy DMX,
The Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soulsonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
Lakeside,
10cc,
The Standells,
The Moleskins,
Idris Muhammad,
Metal Thangz,
Country Teasers,
Technova,
Arcadia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mars,
Eli Mardock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ohio Players,
Popol Vuh,
Man Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Misunderstood,
The Durutti Column,
Buzzcocks,
Infiniti,
Bob Dylan,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra,
World's Most,
Alice Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Bananas,
Kayak,
The Gories,
Alison Limerick,
Con Funk Shun,
Scan 7,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wolf Eyes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter & Gordon,
Scrapy,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Style,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.