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 Angola and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Man Eating Sloth to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
Bad Manners,
Panda Bear,
Sparks,
The Move,
Tears for Fears,
H. Thieme,
ABBA,
the Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacques Brel,
David Bowie,
Henry Cow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Qualms,
Nico,
Hoover,
Bill Near,
Sam Rivers,
Vladislav Delay,
Camouflage,
The Knickerbockers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Residents,
Tommy Roe,
Fear,
Roxy Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Index,
Mad Mike,
Bush Tetras,
The Leaves,
David McCallum,
The Standells,
The Monochrome Set,
Siglo XX,
Magazine,
Joey Negro,
Isaac Hayes,
Crash Course in Science,
Skriet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The New Christs,
Robert Hood,
Television Personalities,
Bluetip,
Hasil Adkins,
Animal Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Alison Limerick,
The Fugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers,
Flipper,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.