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 Vietnam and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grunge 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Last Poets,
Letta Mbulu,
Q and Not U,
Zero Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Barracudas,
The American Breed,
The Raincoats,
Pantytec,
Peter & Gordon,
Quantec,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Henry Cow,
Mo-Dettes,
Rosa Yemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Adolescents,
Iggy Pop,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Halsall,
Saccharine Trust,
Grey Daturas,
Donald Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonic Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kayak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minny Pops,
Aswad,
Bootsy Collins,
Royal Trux,
D'Angelo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Germs,
Patti Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Hood,
Heaven 17,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker,
AZ,
Hot Snakes,
Bluetip,
The Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Blancmange,
Alison Limerick,
The Durutti Column,
Eden Ahbez,
Rod Modell,
Black Bananas,
The Busters,
Hardrive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.