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 Bahrain and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Gregory Isaacs to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters 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?
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Isaac Hayes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skarface,
The Buckinghams,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Clarke,
The Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Trumans Water,
Procol Harum,
Desert Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moebius,
MC5,
Aaron Thompson,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
The Young Rascals,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scientists,
Funky Four + One,
Jandek,
Brass Construction,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Pantaleimon,
Slave,
Reagan Youth,
The Slackers,
Black Sheep,
Simply Red,
John Lydon,
The Birthday Party,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jawbox,
Mr. Review,
Gong,
Ronan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minny Pops,
Inner City,
Rites of Spring,
Barclay James Harvest,
L. Decosne,
Fluxion,
Ken Boothe,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moleskins,
Section 25,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Hill,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alphaville,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.