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 Dominican Republic and from New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Black Pus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
10cc,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fifty Foot Hose,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Supertramp,
the Germs,
Rotary Connection,
Franke,
Monolake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sällskapet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eddi Front,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sight & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
The Wake,
Aswad,
Bobby Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Bananas,
Connie Case,
Alton Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Donny Hathaway,
New York Dolls,
Michelle Simonal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Laurel Aitken,
Panda Bear,
Pulsallama,
Ronan,
Cheater Slicks,
Yaz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slits,
The Offenders,
The Last Poets,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gap Band,
Pylon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hoover,
Minny Pops,
Scan 7,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rakim,
Brick,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.