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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Model 500 to the rap 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
John Lydon,
The Star Department,
Radiohead,
Crime,
Average White Band,
Technova,
Monks,
Ponytail,
Underground Resistance,
Barrington Levy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Section 25,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Qualms,
The American Breed,
Oblivians,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
H. Thieme,
a-ha,
The Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Real Kids,
Guru Guru,
Inner City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pulsallama,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers,
X-101,
Spandau Ballet,
Minny Pops,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Görl,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DNA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moody Blues,
cv313,
The Zeros,
Alphaville,
Mars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agitation Free,
Clear Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Skriet,
Aloha Tigers,
Hashim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.