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 Haiti and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Raincoats to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Main Source,
Lucky Dragons,
Agent Orange,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Adolescents,
Pole,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Durutti Column,
Television,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rites of Spring,
Bang On A Can,
The Zeros,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra,
Procol Harum,
Grauzone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ken Boothe,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Icehouse,
Quantec,
Popol Vuh,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slackers,
Echospace,
Organ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Bananas,
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip,
Rosa Yemen,
In Retrospect,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Max Romeo,
Circle Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Zapp,
Joy Division,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Pus,
Aaron Thompson,
Nils Olav,
Letta Mbulu,
The Litter,
The Real Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lower 48,
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.