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 Fiji and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Rites of Spring to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Althea and Donna,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed,
JFA,
Faust,
Visage,
Hasil Adkins,
Qualms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
The Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Hardrive,
China Crisis,
Ossler,
R.M.O.,
Loose Ends,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
The Divine Comedy,
Bronski Beat,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slackers,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül,
The Real Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
The Star Department,
Kas Product,
Al Stewart,
the Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
The Monochrome Set,
Byron Stingily,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Kinks,
Guru Guru,
Joy Division,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Essential Logic,
Suicide,
Animal Collective,
Altered Images,
The Skatalites,
Monks,
OOIOO,
Monolake,
Section 25,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amazonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gladiators,
DJ Style,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.