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 Italy and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 The Move to the crunk 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fortunes,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick May,
The Last Poets,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacques Brel,
Buzzcocks,
The Five Americans,
Symarip,
E-Dancer,
Joe Smooth,
John Foxx,
Al Stewart,
Theoretical Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Bananas,
Cheater Slicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Fatback Band,
Letta Mbulu,
the Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Skaos,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sonics,
John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Trumans Water,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erasure,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Almond,
Gastr Del Sol,
Das Ding,
Lindisfarne,
David Bowie,
Sparks,
Reagan Youth,
Make Up,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Terry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Starr,
The Fugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter and Kerry,
Mr. Review,
The Wake,
Motorama,
Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glenn Branca,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.