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 Botswana and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pole to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agitation Free,
Lou Christie,
The Slits,
The Toasters,
Ohio Players,
Ponytail,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
The Smoke,
Hardrive,
Pussy Galore,
Radio Birdman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Last Poets,
The Real Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Cybotron,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Pus,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fortunes,
Fatback Band,
Soul II Soul,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott Heron,
Susan Cadogan,
The Index,
Agent Orange,
Stiv Bators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anakelly,
The Zeros,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Finger,
The Gories,
8 Eyed Spy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sarah Menescal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lightning Bolt,
Carl Craig,
Pulsallama,
Erykah Badu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DNA,
MC5,
AZ,
Josef K,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skaos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Womack,
Hashim,
L. Decosne,
Q65,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.