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 Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Banda Bassotti to the disco 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
World's Most,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glenn Branca,
Faust,
Pussy Galore,
Half Japanese,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kurtis Blow,
the Bar-Kays,
Talk Talk,
The Cramps,
Joe Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agitation Free,
Tres Demented,
The Move,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Urselle,
Shuggie Otis,
The Names,
Masters at Work,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots,
Danielle Patucci,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Byron Stingily,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Evens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cameo,
Sun Ra,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Young Rascals,
Schoolly D,
Royal Trux,
Anthony Braxton,
The Last Poets,
Minutemen,
The Wake,
Scrapy,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deepchord,
T.S.O.L.,
Gabor Szabo,
The Techniques,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barrington Levy,
The Fuzztones,
48th St. Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Niagra,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.