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 India and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 The Evens to the crunk 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lucky Dragons,
Pagans,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Near,
David Bowie,
Tom Boy,
B.T. Express,
Cymande,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warren Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick May,
Shoche,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonic Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suicide,
Henry Cow,
Monolake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Green,
The Associates,
John Holt,
David McCallum,
Absolute Body Control,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sound Behaviour,
EPMD,
The Stooges,
Second Layer,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Young Rascals,
Sixth Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bush Tetras,
The Happenings,
Fluxion,
Q65,
Rites of Spring,
The Blues Magoos,
Ohio Players,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-102,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Germs,
Popol Vuh,
Hardrive,
The Moody Blues,
Kenny Larkin,
Aswad,
Jacques Brel,
New Age Steppers,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.