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 Slovakia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Infiniti,
the Slits,
Jacob Miller,
Nik Kershaw,
Unrelated Segments,
Charles Mingus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul II Soul,
Pantaleimon,
Loose Ends,
Wasted Youth,
Davy DMX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Supertramp,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mojo Men,
Dorothy Ashby,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerri Chandler,
Wolf Eyes,
Terry Callier,
The Standells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun City Girls,
T. Rex,
John Lydon,
The Durutti Column,
Oblivians,
Subhumans,
Q and Not U,
Whodini,
Jandek,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Carl Craig,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stockholm Monsters,
Talk Talk,
Graham Central Station,
Tears for Fears,
Audionom,
Fluxion,
Rufus Thomas,
Royal Trux,
Joey Negro,
Magma,
Gang Green,
Minutemen,
The Five Americans,
Isaac Hayes,
KRS-One,
David McCallum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Cluster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
48th St. Collective,
Goldenarms,
Faraquet,
The Busters,
Fad Gadget,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.