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 Gabon and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Victims to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Dorothy Ashby,
PIL,
The Trojans,
The Cure,
The Birthday Party,
Flipper,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy Collins,
Deadbeat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maurizio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Joey Negro,
David McCallum,
Althea and Donna,
The Gories,
The Barracudas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Thompson Twins,
Babytalk,
Scion,
Nirvana,
Sixth Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Popol Vuh,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Busters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eden Ahbez,
Brothers Johnson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Outsiders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Franke,
Lower 48,
the Normal,
Malaria!,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Sound Behaviour,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Whodini,
The New Christs,
New Age Steppers,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.