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 Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Lightning Bolt to the crunk 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Residents,
Fat Boys,
Accadde A,
The Buckinghams,
Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Altered Images,
Robert Görl,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
Mr. Review,
Basic Channel,
Icehouse,
Hot Snakes,
Marmalade,
This Heat,
Boredoms,
John Foxx,
Nico,
The Busters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun City Girls,
Black Pus,
Public Image Ltd.,
World's Most,
Al Stewart,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dual Sessions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pulsallama,
Los Fastidios,
Television Personalities,
The Smoke,
Bobby Byrd,
Minor Threat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lakeside,
Yusef Lateef,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slave,
Niagra,
Popol Vuh,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crash Course in Science,
Interpol,
KRS-One,
John Holt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nas,
The Mummies,
MDC,
Archie Shepp,
Tres Demented,
Excepter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Make Up,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.