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 Estonia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Niagra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Smiths,
Fatback Band,
Kurtis Blow,
The Techniques,
Ossler,
The Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Smog,
Piero Umiliani,
Amazonics,
Gang of Four,
The Smoke,
Silicon Teens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eddi Front,
Y Pants,
Excepter,
Altered Images,
The Residents,
H. Thieme,
Von Mondo,
Livin' Joy,
Sam Rivers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fugazi,
Freddie Wadling,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Teasers,
Colin Newman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Lou Christie,
The Mummies,
Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxette,
Dave Gahan,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Al Stewart,
Hoover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Saints,
Dennis Brown,
China Crisis,
Sarah Menescal,
Interpol,
La Düsseldorf,
Spoonie Gee,
L. Decosne,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.