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 Mauritania and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Slits to the grime 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Holt,
Albert Ayler,
The Five Americans,
Bob Dylan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yellowson,
Josef K,
Skaos,
Matthew Halsall,
June Days,
kango's stein massive,
Heaven 17,
Donald Byrd,
Icehouse,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Agitation Free,
Al Stewart,
Colin Newman,
Nas,
Darondo,
Tres Demented,
Groovy Waters,
The Barracudas,
Moss Icon,
Stetsasonic,
The Associates,
David Axelrod,
Nils Olav,
Duran Duran,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Birthday Party,
Harmonia,
New York Dolls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Babytalk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Popol Vuh,
Joey Negro,
Scan 7,
Crispian St. Peters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ten City,
Brass Construction,
Robert Görl,
Ultravox,
Isaac Hayes,
Henry Cow,
The Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
JFA,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.