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 Grenada and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Quantec,
Model 500,
The Divine Comedy,
Severed Heads,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Smog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dead Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Aloha Tigers,
Rekid,
Young Marble Giants,
Donald Byrd,
L. Decosne,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Barry Ungar,
Lyres,
Graham Central Station,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Make Up,
Scan 7,
Marine Girls,
Gong,
James White and The Blacks,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Mills,
Brick,
Eli Mardock,
Wings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Supertramp,
Rosa Yemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Mr. Review,
Letta Mbulu,
Bush Tetras,
Masters at Work,
Junior Murvin,
Slave,
Zapp,
Ludus,
Nas,
UT,
Dave Gahan,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vainqueur,
Public Enemy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aaron Thompson,
The Toasters,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.