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 Paraguay and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vladislav Delay to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The Neon Judgement,
Kurtis Blow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sparks,
The Buckinghams,
Fela Kuti,
Country Teasers,
Television,
Saccharine Trust,
Unwound,
Sugar Minott,
Sarah Menescal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funkadelic,
Robert Wyatt,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Swans,
Neu!,
The Gladiators,
Suburban Knight,
Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Minutemen,
Tres Demented,
In Retrospect,
The Doors,
The Five Americans,
The Grass Roots,
Nirvana,
The Skatalites,
A Certain Ratio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Das Ding,
Bobby Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cowsills,
Gong,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Holt,
Rapeman,
Slave,
Parry Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Slits,
Arab on Radar,
Alison Limerick,
Joyce Sims,
Mars,
Marvin Gaye,
Letta Mbulu,
Supertramp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Ken Boothe,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.