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 Tuvalu and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rap 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
David McCallum,
Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alice Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nico,
Mission of Burma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Buckinghams,
Rites of Spring,
Jandek,
Bad Manners,
The Monochrome Set,
Charles Mingus,
Eurythmics,
kango's stein massive,
Goldenarms,
PIL,
Massinfluence,
The Slackers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ice-T,
Altered Images,
Skriet,
Soft Machine,
The Busters,
The Mojo Men,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mantronix,
Donald Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hashim,
Fatback Band,
Eli Mardock,
Qualms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
a-ha,
John Lydon,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Clarke,
Barrington Levy,
The Cure,
Brothers Johnson,
Mark Hollis,
The Victims,
Buzzcocks,
The Count Five,
The J.B.'s,
Agitation Free,
Howard Jones,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Rapeman,
DJ Sneak,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.