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 the UAE and from Edmonton.
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 Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Sister Nancy 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Mr. Review,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed,
Flipper,
Charles Mingus,
X-102,
Audionom,
David Axelrod,
The Trojans,
Andrew Hill,
OOIOO,
The Litter,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Womack,
Boz Scaggs,
Lucky Dragons,
Arab on Radar,
Sixth Finger,
Glenn Branca,
The Fortunes,
Robert Görl,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fall,
Bob Dylan,
The Doors,
the Germs,
Sex Pistols,
Marmalade,
The Beau Brummels,
Throbbing Gristle,
E-Dancer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick May,
The Monks,
Harmonia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eden Ahbez,
Oblivians,
Bobby Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mandrill,
The Index,
Sam Rivers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mummies,
Joensuu 1685,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skaos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Red Krayola,
The Birthday Party,
Gang of Four,
Black Moon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.