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 Dominica and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Duran Duran to the punk 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
DJ Sneak,
Nas,
Q and Not U,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aural Exciters,
Camouflage,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers,
Letta Mbulu,
This Heat,
Thompson Twins,
The Skatalites,
Glenn Branca,
Harmonia,
In Retrospect,
Hoover,
Mad Mike,
Boz Scaggs,
Crooked Eye,
Althea and Donna,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Morten Harket,
Sällskapet,
10cc,
Siglo XX,
Howard Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Starr,
Ultra Naté,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lucky Dragons,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Saints,
Slave,
Black Bananas,
Radiohead,
X-Ray Spex,
Pussy Galore,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
PIL,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vladislav Delay,
Graham Central Station,
T. Rex,
Silicon Teens,
Yazoo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Near,
Boredoms,
DJ Style,
The Martian,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.