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 Papua New Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 The Gladiators to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Enemy,
Stockholm Monsters,
KRS-One,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers,
The Offenders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronan,
Juan Atkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Happenings,
T.S.O.L.,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra,
the Germs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Average White Band,
DNA,
cv313,
Soul II Soul,
The Techniques,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy Collins,
John Holt,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Howard Jones,
Radio Birdman,
David Bowie,
Royal Trux,
Delta 5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Colin Newman,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zero Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Joy Division,
Deakin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Minnie Riperton,
Yellowson,
Byron Stingily,
The Toasters,
OOIOO,
The Busters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q65,
Aural Exciters,
Soulsonic Force,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.