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 Bahrain and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
John Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
Mo-Dettes,
Aswad,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Womack,
a-ha,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sound Behaviour,
Easy Going,
Todd Terry,
T. Rex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gap Band,
H. Thieme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
FM Einheit,
Loose Ends,
Mr. Review,
The Neon Judgement,
Lungfish,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young,
Con Funk Shun,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Last Poets,
Dave Gahan,
Scratch Acid,
Blake Baxter,
Eurythmics,
Minny Pops,
The Moleskins,
Faraquet,
the Swans,
Niagra,
The Music Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül II,
X-102,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Graham Central Station,
Boogie Down Productions,
Panda Bear,
The Fortunes,
Duran Duran,
Josef K,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.