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 Seychelles and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the techno 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harmonia,
Iggy Pop,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minutemen,
Bad Manners,
Accadde A,
Bill Wells,
Angry Samoans,
X-Ray Spex,
Motorama,
The Wake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
Icehouse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alphaville,
Terry Callier,
Sister Nancy,
The Cure,
The Five Americans,
L. Decosne,
Television,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Patti Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Scion,
Siglo XX,
Das Ding,
Joey Negro,
Chris Corsano,
Tim Buckley,
Sandy B,
Mars,
Yusef Lateef,
Radio Birdman,
Underground Resistance,
Main Source,
Joe Smooth,
The Offenders,
The Moleskins,
Scrapy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Real Kids,
Crime,
Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yazoo,
Flash Fearless,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barrington Levy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slick Rick,
Max Romeo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deakin,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.