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 China and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brand Nubian to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Black Flag,
Fugazi,
Heaven 17,
Pharoah Sanders,
Interpol,
Ronnie Foster,
Fela Kuti,
Radiohead,
Fat Boys,
UT,
Scientists,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Black Dice,
These Immortal Souls,
Animal Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chrome,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cramps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Patti Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Iggy Pop,
The Index,
Joy Division,
Sight & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Holt,
Avey Tare,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Green,
Joey Negro,
Camouflage,
Alton Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick May,
Jeff Mills,
The United States of America,
One Last Wish,
the Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aloha Tigers,
Wire,
Banda Bassotti,
Mad Mike,
Slick Rick,
MDC,
Max Romeo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thee Headcoats,
Index,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.