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 Swaziland and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sister Nancy to the disco 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Angry Samoans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Terry,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funky Four + One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
B.T. Express,
Silicon Teens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blackbyrds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nico,
K-Klass,
Skriet,
Technova,
The Shadows of Knight,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Whodini,
Deepchord,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Germs,
Das Ding,
Shoche,
Bush Tetras,
The Fire Engines,
Audionom,
FM Einheit,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swell Maps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerri Chandler,
Cameo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalo Schifrin,
F. McDonald,
The Moody Blues,
Liliput,
Pere Ubu,
Sonic Youth,
Jandek,
cv313,
Goldenarms,
Rosa Yemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Stetsasonic,
Essential Logic,
The Fortunes,
Faraquet,
Yazoo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flash Fearless,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül,
Animal Collective,
Q and Not U,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.