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 Malaysia 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Star Department to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
B.T. Express,
Oneida,
Toni Rubio,
Zero Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Aaron Thompson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang of Four,
Davy DMX,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dead C,
Albert Ayler,
Brass Construction,
The Mojo Men,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Womack,
Sandy B,
Hot Snakes,
Audionom,
Scientists,
The Beau Brummels,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Dolphy,
Subhumans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy Collins,
K-Klass,
H. Thieme,
The Associates,
R.M.O.,
The Index,
Andrew Hill,
The Trojans,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cure,
Das Ding,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Görl,
One Last Wish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young,
Vainqueur,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marmalade,
Sound Behaviour,
Basic Channel,
Todd Terry,
Ornette Coleman,
Aural Exciters,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
Graham Central Station,
Minnie Riperton,
The Kinks,
Rapeman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.