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 Nicaragua and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David Bowie to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Severed Heads,
Porter Ricks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grauzone,
LL Cool J,
AZ,
Kaleidoscope,
B.T. Express,
Scientists,
Intrusion,
Lightning Bolt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neu!,
Cybotron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Ludus,
New Order,
Gong,
The Vogues,
Lindisfarne,
Wasted Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Yellowson,
Sam Rivers,
Sonic Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
D'Angelo,
Marine Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Hashim,
Mo-Dettes,
Ohio Players,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Babytalk,
F. McDonald,
X-102,
Todd Terry,
Bill Near,
New York Dolls,
Quadrant,
Matthew Halsall,
Skaos,
Warsaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick Morgan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tubeway Army,
Rotary Connection,
John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Loose Ends,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra,
Trumans Water,
Eli Mardock,
Donald Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.