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 Portugal and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Order,
Black Moon,
Skriet,
Simply Red,
The Fire Engines,
Organ,
World's Most,
CMW,
Lalann,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker,
Mars,
Tim Buckley,
the Swans,
David McCallum,
Dual Sessions,
The Litter,
Thompson Twins,
the Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dirtbombs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Graham Central Station,
The Gories,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stiv Bators,
Joyce Sims,
FM Einheit,
Brass Construction,
Todd Terry,
Wings,
The Kinks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Durutti Column,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
The Happenings,
Mo-Dettes,
the Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Godley & Creme,
Mandrill,
Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Visage,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.