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 Algeria and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Joy Division to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Groovy Waters,
The Move,
MC5,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drexciya,
Bad Manners,
Unwound,
Marine Girls,
The Smiths,
Faraquet,
Ken Boothe,
Gang of Four,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nas,
Scott Walker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kas Product,
Skarface,
Amon Düül II,
The Fall,
The Buckinghams,
Suicide,
Parry Music,
Flipper,
Sparks,
Darondo,
Maurizio,
David Bowie,
Ohio Players,
Severed Heads,
Ituana,
Cybotron,
Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Technova,
Archie Shepp,
The Golliwogs,
The Monks,
The Gap Band,
Roxette,
Ice-T,
Das Ding,
Organ,
Eric Dolphy,
Eddi Front,
Stereo Dub,
Deadbeat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Prunes,
The Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Subhumans,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.