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 Korea North and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Chris & Cosey,
Sex Pistols,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cybotron,
Robert Wyatt,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Hill,
The Gories,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-101,
Rites of Spring,
Marine Girls,
The Saints,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultravox,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Halsall,
Radio Birdman,
Dark Day,
The Barracudas,
The Modern Lovers,
Zero Boys,
X-102,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erasure,
Morten Harket,
Peter & Gordon,
Symarip,
The Slackers,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Agitation Free,
The Knickerbockers,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker,
Skriet,
The Young Rascals,
The Walker Brothers,
Rekid,
Stetsasonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris Corsano,
Grey Daturas,
Animal Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heaven 17,
Excepter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tears for Fears,
Harmonia,
Marmalade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brick,
Jandek,
Althea and Donna,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nils Olav,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.