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 Honduras and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythm & Sound to the techno 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Althea and Donna,
The Gladiators,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Qualms,
Faraquet,
Zero Boys,
the Sonics,
Kas Product,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Kinks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Real Kids,
The Move,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
The Durutti Column,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Modern Lovers,
Minor Threat,
Schoolly D,
Minnie Riperton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Buckinghams,
Harmonia,
The Litter,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Youth Brigade,
Laurel Aitken,
the Slits,
Niagra,
Cecil Taylor,
DNA,
Q and Not U,
Fluxion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Archie Shepp,
H. Thieme,
Theoretical Girls,
The Names,
The Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Bar-Kays,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Dolphy,
Mr. Review,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vainqueur,
The Blackbyrds,
Dawn Penn,
Agitation Free,
Pere Ubu,
Surgeon,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.