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 Fiji and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Lalo Schifrin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Parrish,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Sherman,
Motorama,
Qualms,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hasil Adkins,
Monolake,
Newcleus,
Alison Limerick,
Urselle,
Crime,
Swell Maps,
Tim Buckley,
Graham Central Station,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gories,
Parry Music,
The Associates,
Radiohead,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reagan Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Copeland,
Y Pants,
the Germs,
Japan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Enemy,
a-ha,
Los Fastidios,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Association,
Wings,
the Normal,
Max Romeo,
Moss Icon,
The Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alice Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Dual Sessions,
Kayak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pierre Henry,
The Modern Lovers,
Altered Images,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ponytail,
The Mummies,
Basic Channel,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cowsills,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.