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 Russia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Basic Channel to the disco 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Mantronix,
Sällskapet,
Althea and Donna,
Amazonics,
Barrington Levy,
Half Japanese,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bob Dylan,
Nas,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ken Boothe,
World's Most,
the Fania All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Count Five,
The Trojans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Model 500,
Ice-T,
Liliput,
Alphaville,
Joy Division,
Camberwell Now,
Oblivians,
Parry Music,
Gang Starr,
The Motions,
Theoretical Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Technova,
Robert Görl,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül,
Juan Atkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ohio Players,
The Flesh Eaters,
Junior Murvin,
Albert Ayler,
The Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
Grauzone,
Pussy Galore,
Icehouse,
The Offenders,
Mission of Burma,
MDC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Godley & Creme,
Pierre Henry,
Shuggie Otis,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.