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 Bolivia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Juan Atkins to the funk 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Severed Heads,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Residents,
Vladislav Delay,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABBA,
Robert Görl,
The Beau Brummels,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swell Maps,
Nas,
Reagan Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Dark Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Silicon Teens,
Con Funk Shun,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Hood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fela Kuti,
Supertramp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Deadbeat,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Trojans,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Bourne,
T.S.O.L.,
the Germs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wolf Eyes,
Godley & Creme,
Byron Stingily,
A Certain Ratio,
Monks,
Black Sheep,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young,
Warsaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ponytail,
The Modern Lovers,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faraquet,
The Last Poets,
Cymande,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Schoolly D,
Rufus Thomas,
Fat Boys,
Jandek,
Yusef Lateef,
Ken Boothe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.