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 Botswana and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Derrick May 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Fatback Band,
Yazoo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Graham Central Station,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boz Scaggs,
Joey Negro,
Excepter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Germs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Buzzcocks,
Ponytail,
Cybotron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
The Index,
JFA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerri Chandler,
Symarip,
Warsaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fela Kuti,
Liliput,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joyce Sims,
Black Moon,
Scion,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül II,
This Heat,
Danielle Patucci,
Hardrive,
Trumans Water,
Sonny Sharrock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Remains,
Bobby Womack,
Nico,
Henry Cow,
Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skarface,
The Real Kids,
Gang Starr,
Faust,
Michelle Simonal,
Clear Light,
Eurythmics,
Eve St. Jones,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.