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 Comoros and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 Shoche to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Wells,
Traffic Nightmare,
L. Decosne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cramps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donny Hathaway,
B.T. Express,
Yellowson,
The Remains,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Smog,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Lynne,
Accadde A,
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
John Foxx,
the Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
Angry Samoans,
PIL,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Wake,
Joey Negro,
The Gun Club,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Guru Guru,
The Young Rascals,
48th St. Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
The Red Krayola,
Sex Pistols,
Pierre Henry,
The Motions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ossler,
Eli Mardock,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boz Scaggs,
JFA,
The Saints,
Q65,
Scion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Offenders,
Dead Boys,
Juan Atkins,
The Searchers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bush Tetras,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.