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 Bhutan and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Sandy B to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Bobby Byrd,
EPMD,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fear,
The Searchers,
Cameo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Danielle Patucci,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Wells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Sneak,
Barry Ungar,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Niagra,
The Count Five,
Sarah Menescal,
the Association,
The Happenings,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gun Club,
Sparks,
Hashim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donny Hathaway,
David McCallum,
Blake Baxter,
Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABBA,
The American Breed,
The Blues Magoos,
Ossler,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moody Blues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Don Cherry,
Cybotron,
Terry Callier,
Iggy Pop,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Litter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra,
The Martian,
Tears for Fears,
Tom Boy,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young,
Minny Pops,
Angry Samoans,
Blancmange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalo Schifrin,
Audionom,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.