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 Italy and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slick Rick to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Black Pus,
The Slackers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Hood,
Joe Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Fania All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Patti Smith,
The Vogues,
The Leaves,
Young Marble Giants,
Audionom,
The Gun Club,
New Age Steppers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rites of Spring,
Massinfluence,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
cv313,
10cc,
Procol Harum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stereo Dub,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kayak,
Derrick May,
The Barracudas,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Copeland,
Sexual Harrassment,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
In Retrospect,
Henry Cow,
The Gladiators,
The Buckinghams,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dead Boys,
The Offenders,
Alison Limerick,
Symarip,
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
Q65,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pole,
The Moleskins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roger Hodgson,
K-Klass,
Mandrill,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.