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 Kosovo and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Nas to the punk 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Count Five,
Anakelly,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lyres,
Reagan Youth,
Babytalk,
The Five Americans,
Kurtis Blow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monochrome Set,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalann,
Barclay James Harvest,
Leonard Cohen,
World's Most,
Visage,
The Fuzztones,
Inner City,
Mandrill,
Idris Muhammad,
Iggy Pop,
Jawbox,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Neon Judgement,
The United States of America,
Simply Red,
John Holt,
Main Source,
Hashim,
Easy Going,
Blake Baxter,
Skriet,
Dave Gahan,
David Bowie,
Susan Cadogan,
Marvin Gaye,
The Music Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Audionom,
Radiopuhelimet,
Supertramp,
Mo-Dettes,
Byron Stingily,
Scratch Acid,
Y Pants,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skaos,
The Fugs,
Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Roger Hodgson,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Slits,
The Slackers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Althea and Donna,
Agent Orange,
Derrick May,
Intrusion,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.