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 Egypt and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Television Personalities to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Royal Trux,
Ludus,
The Count Five,
Zero Boys,
Blancmange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grauzone,
The Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dave Clark Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Accadde A,
Grey Daturas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rod Modell,
Lower 48,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Hill,
Saccharine Trust,
H. Thieme,
Black Flag,
The Monochrome Set,
Q65,
the Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slick Rick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Archie Shepp,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gories,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flash Fearless,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suicide,
The Fugs,
Subhumans,
Tim Buckley,
The Names,
Kenny Larkin,
Essential Logic,
The Invisible,
Simply Red,
Oblivians,
June of 44,
the Normal,
Vainqueur,
Von Mondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pere Ubu,
The Trojans,
X-101,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barry Ungar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
Pussy Galore,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.