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 Brunei and from London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 EPMD to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Unwound,
Anthony Braxton,
Wolf Eyes,
Kaleidoscope,
Tommy Roe,
Moby Grape,
Minny Pops,
MDC,
Throbbing Gristle,
Surgeon,
Black Moon,
Severed Heads,
Sixth Finger,
the Association,
Thompson Twins,
Pere Ubu,
U.S. Maple,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Evens,
Scientists,
Black Flag,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Sonics,
Patti Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
K-Klass,
Hot Snakes,
the Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mummies,
Junior Murvin,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alphaville,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Associates,
The Victims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Spandau Ballet,
Crash Course in Science,
Nation of Ulysses,
DNA,
Rufus Thomas,
KRS-One,
T. Rex,
Von Mondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Leaves,
The Standells,
World's Most,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.