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 Swaziland and from Tehran.
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 Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Byron Stingily to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Derrick May,
Slick Rick,
Q65,
Joe Finger,
Tom Boy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cluster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suburban Knight,
The Gladiators,
Roger Hodgson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Victims,
Babytalk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Green,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bauhaus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Das Ding,
Flipper,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boredoms,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cameo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Mills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kurtis Blow,
Pussy Galore,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tommy Roe,
ABBA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Animal Collective,
The Techniques,
Arthur Verocai,
The Beau Brummels,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Bananas,
Blancmange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Hill,
Sun City Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smiths,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Starr,
Soul II Soul,
Basic Channel,
Bill Wells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drexciya,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.