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 Denmark and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
T. Rex,
Bill Wells,
Barrington Levy,
Funkadelic,
Cal Tjader,
Blake Baxter,
These Immortal Souls,
Brand Nubian,
Main Source,
World's Most,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hardrive,
Japan,
Pussy Galore,
Surgeon,
Niagra,
Angry Samoans,
This Heat,
The Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Motorama,
Subhumans,
Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Sneak,
Yazoo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pagans,
Dave Gahan,
Davy DMX,
The New Christs,
Bobby Womack,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Moon,
D'Angelo,
Wasted Youth,
Cluster,
Iggy Pop,
Simply Red,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blues Magoos,
Bush Tetras,
Pantytec,
Gang Starr,
Tom Boy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Rundgren,
The Busters,
Fad Gadget,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T.S.O.L.,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Leaves,
cv313,
The Star Department,
Animal Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fluxion,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.