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 Germany and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lightning Bolt to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sam Rivers,
The J.B.'s,
Fela Kuti,
Ken Boothe,
Royal Trux,
X-101,
Rosa Yemen,
Eli Mardock,
Desert Stars,
Schoolly D,
The Selecter,
The Star Department,
The Moleskins,
Outsiders,
Suicide,
Tommy Roe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Michelle Simonal,
Rotary Connection,
Basic Channel,
Slick Rick,
Youth Brigade,
cv313,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maurizio,
Vainqueur,
Fatback Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dark Day,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Style,
World's Most,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Victims,
The Neon Judgement,
Joey Negro,
H. Thieme,
Index,
The Human League,
Black Sheep,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Godley & Creme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
The Evens,
Letta Mbulu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gun Club,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faraquet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yellowson,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.