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 Tajikistan and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sound Behaviour to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minny Pops,
Groovy Waters,
Mr. Review,
Tom Boy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masters at Work,
The Blues Magoos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June Days,
Sällskapet,
Skarface,
Simply Red,
Blake Baxter,
Chris & Cosey,
KRS-One,
Stereo Dub,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swell Maps,
Underground Resistance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Bananas,
Pierre Henry,
Idris Muhammad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Organ,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABC,
The Velvet Underground,
Little Man,
CMW,
James White and The Blacks,
The Associates,
A Certain Ratio,
Moebius,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ituana,
Vladislav Delay,
June of 44,
Bad Manners,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Mills,
Joey Negro,
F. McDonald,
Ronan,
Sixth Finger,
Grauzone,
Ornette Coleman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Leaves,
Neil Young,
Buzzcocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Audionom,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.