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 Iraq and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Scrapy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Fela Kuti,
Brass Construction,
Rapeman,
Y Pants,
Henry Cow,
Interpol,
Unwound,
Lou Christie,
Bluetip,
The Barracudas,
Eric Dolphy,
The Black Dice,
Barclay James Harvest,
Silicon Teens,
Eddi Front,
The Gun Club,
The Selecter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New York Dolls,
Man Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Adolescents,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Second Layer,
The Velvet Underground,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gong,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Bananas,
Rites of Spring,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Simply Red,
Susan Cadogan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Judy Mowatt,
Spandau Ballet,
EPMD,
The Index,
Marc Almond,
Radiohead,
JFA,
the Normal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Max Romeo,
Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The New Christs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Theoretical Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hardrive,
Donny Hathaway,
Minutemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.