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 Japan and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 The United States of America to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Nico,
Aswad,
CMW,
The United States of America,
Isaac Hayes,
Oblivians,
The Selecter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alton Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scan 7,
Joyce Sims,
Mo-Dettes,
Ice-T,
Glenn Branca,
Lower 48,
Lalann,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Green,
Little Man,
This Heat,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Star Department,
Darondo,
Urselle,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lindisfarne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Buckinghams,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Enemy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faraquet,
Mantronix,
Hasil Adkins,
Moby Grape,
F. McDonald,
Idris Muhammad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terry Callier,
Derrick May,
Fear,
Skarface,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Trumans Water,
The Names,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Groovy Waters,
Eli Mardock,
Negative Approach,
Skaos,
The Divine Comedy,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.