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 Kiribati and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 EPMD to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arab on Radar,
Flash Fearless,
Faust,
In Retrospect,
Barrington Levy,
Pulsallama,
Gang of Four,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scratch Acid,
Gichy Dan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sparks,
Warsaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Newcleus,
David McCallum,
Jacques Brel,
Sixth Finger,
Funky Four + One,
The Buckinghams,
The Leaves,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Susan Cadogan,
Quando Quango,
Donny Hathaway,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The J.B.'s,
Anakelly,
Pagans,
The Residents,
Reagan Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Groovy Waters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The American Breed,
Nico,
R.M.O.,
The Gladiators,
Y Pants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alison Limerick,
Mantronix,
Mars,
H. Thieme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Accadde A,
The Divine Comedy,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.