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 Equatorial Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grunge 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monolake,
Animal Collective,
Visage,
Sonny Sharrock,
Parry Music,
Flash Fearless,
The Moleskins,
Deakin,
Skarface,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rekid,
The Misunderstood,
Sister Nancy,
Man Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wally Richardson,
Charles Mingus,
Minnie Riperton,
This Heat,
Michelle Simonal,
Oneida,
Warren Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Teasers,
Harmonia,
Absolute Body Control,
KRS-One,
Hasil Adkins,
Surgeon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Trojans,
Vladislav Delay,
Skaos,
Whodini,
David McCallum,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barbara Tucker,
Tears for Fears,
The Associates,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anthony Braxton,
Hardrive,
Kayak,
Hashim,
Aswad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Happenings,
La Düsseldorf,
June Days,
Aaron Thompson,
Radio Birdman,
Arab on Radar,
Newcleus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brand Nubian,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.