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 Finland and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Zero Boys to the grime 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yusef Lateef,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dawn Penn,
Dave Gahan,
The Mummies,
Funky Four + One,
Bad Manners,
Quadrant,
Thee Headcoats,
Dual Sessions,
The Moleskins,
Babytalk,
the Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Second Layer,
Robert Hood,
Groovy Waters,
Surgeon,
Pulsallama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skarface,
Radio Birdman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonic Youth,
Radiohead,
F. McDonald,
The Offenders,
Mars,
Anakelly,
Make Up,
Circle Jerks,
The Remains,
The New Christs,
Fad Gadget,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dirtbombs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rapeman,
Slave,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scientists,
Roger Hodgson,
Unwound,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxy Music,
Cybotron,
Television,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
the Germs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick May,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Aswad,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.