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 Philippines and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grunge 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mantronix,
Blancmange,
Japan,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gladiators,
R.M.O.,
Rapeman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Skatalites,
Hoover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Grass Roots,
The Young Rascals,
John Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deakin,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dual Sessions,
Little Man,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Oblivians,
MC5,
Scion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minor Threat,
The Misunderstood,
Silicon Teens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pagans,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Stetsasonic,
The Velvet Underground,
Panda Bear,
John Holt,
Soulsonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Pylon,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fuzztones,
Urselle,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fortunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacob Miller,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bauhaus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.