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 El Salvador and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grime 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
D'Angelo,
The Cramps,
Stetsasonic,
The Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
the Germs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quantec,
DJ Sneak,
The Black Dice,
Au Pairs,
Porter Ricks,
Warren Ellis,
Newcleus,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dead Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
One Last Wish,
Laurel Aitken,
Gabor Szabo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Infiniti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lightning Bolt,
Qualms,
Easy Going,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiohead,
Erasure,
Letta Mbulu,
Ken Boothe,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Clarke,
The Buckinghams,
La Düsseldorf,
The Count Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Piero Umiliani,
Dark Day,
Marine Girls,
The United States of America,
The Golliwogs,
The Last Poets,
Index,
Yazoo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.