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 Ivory Coast and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Black Moon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pussy Galore,
Junior Murvin,
Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Bananas,
Symarip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Grass Roots,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Christie,
Infiniti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Sherman,
Skriet,
Nils Olav,
Wings,
Reagan Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Con Funk Shun,
In Retrospect,
Khruangbin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stiv Bators,
Schoolly D,
Jawbox,
Supertramp,
The Golliwogs,
Siglo XX,
Gichy Dan,
10cc,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
Sister Nancy,
Man Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Mr. Review,
Agitation Free,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sugar Minott,
AZ,
Mantronix,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantaleimon,
Juan Atkins,
The Buckinghams,
The Toasters,
Massinfluence,
Oneida,
Gong,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacob Miller,
X-102,
Bang On A Can,
The Move,
Marshall Jefferson,
Section 25,
Anakelly,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.