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 Moldova and from London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Human League to the disco 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Banda Bassotti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Quadrant,
Jeff Mills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
OOIOO,
The Busters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Organ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rakim,
Drexciya,
Nirvana,
This Heat,
Crash Course in Science,
Underground Resistance,
E-Dancer,
H. Thieme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ash Ra Tempel,
R.M.O.,
Fela Kuti,
The Cure,
The Names,
Roy Ayers,
Los Fastidios,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Wake,
Half Japanese,
Ice-T,
F. McDonald,
Eric Dolphy,
Hashim,
The Move,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül,
Negative Approach,
Laurel Aitken,
Audionom,
The Neon Judgement,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Supertramp,
Pussy Galore,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nico,
The Barracudas,
The Smiths,
Sister Nancy,
The Last Poets,
Stetsasonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.