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 Switzerland and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Lydon to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Royal Trux,
The Litter,
In Retrospect,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Ice-T,
Schoolly D,
Roxette,
Masters at Work,
The Mojo Men,
Unrelated Segments,
Tom Boy,
Gabor Szabo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Finger,
Warsaw,
Swell Maps,
Eli Mardock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Black Sheep,
Mr. Review,
Marvin Gaye,
Rites of Spring,
Ronan,
Smog,
A Certain Ratio,
Motorama,
Brand Nubian,
John Lydon,
LL Cool J,
Ultra Naté,
Hardrive,
CMW,
The Stooges,
Subhumans,
New Order,
Aural Exciters,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Görl,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Clarke,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Charles Mingus,
The Evens,
Mark Hollis,
Cecil Taylor,
Minor Threat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Eddi Front,
Intrusion,
Boredoms,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-Ray Spex,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.