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 Chad and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Minnie Riperton to the punk 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Blossom Toes,
Fluxion,
PIL,
Underground Resistance,
The Kinks,
Mandrill,
The Buckinghams,
Laurel Aitken,
Barclay James Harvest,
Motorama,
Drexciya,
Gang Green,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Womack,
The Five Americans,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry's Kids,
Pole,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fuzztones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Pierre Henry,
David Bowie,
Procol Harum,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Metal Thangz,
Skriet,
Bush Tetras,
The Victims,
World's Most,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
Bluetip,
The Leaves,
Dual Sessions,
Roxy Music,
Trumans Water,
Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Can,
Joe Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eddi Front,
The Angels of Light,
Minutemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Enemy,
Soft Machine,
Alphaville,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.