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 Czech Republic and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 The Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pretty Things,
The Techniques,
Symarip,
Fela Kuti,
Motorama,
Jeff Mills,
Gang of Four,
Unwound,
the Slits,
Fat Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Donald Byrd,
Intrusion,
John Lydon,
Faraquet,
Lucky Dragons,
Pole,
Tears for Fears,
Dave Gahan,
Buzzcocks,
Mark Hollis,
The Real Kids,
Essential Logic,
Pere Ubu,
Anthony Braxton,
Minor Threat,
Soft Machine,
Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marshall Jefferson,
UT,
The Wake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hasil Adkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Rundgren,
the Bar-Kays,
Warsaw,
Panda Bear,
Chris & Cosey,
Hardrive,
D'Angelo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funky Four + One,
Black Sheep,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blancmange,
Metal Thangz,
Agent Orange,
Saccharine Trust,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kenny Larkin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.