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 Fiji and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 UT to the rock 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Blues Magoos,
Scion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Smog,
Scan 7,
The Victims,
Basic Channel,
Organ,
Fear,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dual Sessions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Machine,
cv313,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spoonie Gee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Motorama,
Lucky Dragons,
Lakeside,
The Cure,
Mars,
John Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
The Busters,
The Gap Band,
Sparks,
Severed Heads,
Con Funk Shun,
H. Thieme,
Camberwell Now,
Boredoms,
The Gun Club,
Babytalk,
The Divine Comedy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gladiators,
Nico,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Görl,
Cal Tjader,
Deadbeat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Charles Mingus,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Parrish,
The Black Dice,
New York Dolls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Procol Harum,
Royal Trux,
The Slackers,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.