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 Burundi and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deepchord to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quadrant,
Newcleus,
Babytalk,
Lungfish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Simply Red,
Bad Manners,
Cecil Taylor,
Althea and Donna,
E-Dancer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Laurel Aitken,
Kurtis Blow,
Parry Music,
Scientists,
Wally Richardson,
Harmonia,
Blake Baxter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
The Doors,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Motorama,
Pagans,
Max Romeo,
Grauzone,
Amazonics,
Roxy Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gabor Szabo,
Wings,
Angry Samoans,
The Last Poets,
Saccharine Trust,
Reagan Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Pus,
Deepchord,
Gang of Four,
Eric Copeland,
The Kinks,
Main Source,
Barbara Tucker,
Zapp,
Lakeside,
Scrapy,
cv313,
The Dirtbombs,
The Count Five,
Soft Machine,
Robert Görl,
Make Up,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.