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 Senegal and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soulsonic Force to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
X-101,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Flag,
Hasil Adkins,
Accadde A,
Vainqueur,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Names,
Theoretical Girls,
Livin' Joy,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tres Demented,
Funkadelic,
Black Moon,
The Invisible,
Kenny Larkin,
Donald Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Ituana,
Toni Rubio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacques Brel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Green,
LL Cool J,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers,
The New Christs,
Fat Boys,
Unwound,
Reuben Wilson,
Hardrive,
The Victims,
Quando Quango,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Davy DMX,
Vladislav Delay,
World's Most,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scrapy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Hood,
Tim Buckley,
Drexciya,
The Kinks,
Howard Jones,
Bronski Beat,
Half Japanese,
Bob Dylan,
the Germs,
Lindisfarne,
Iggy Pop,
Graham Central Station,
These Immortal Souls,
Agitation Free,
OOIOO,
Nico,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.