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 Croatia and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 UT to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
the Swans,
Q and Not U,
Franke,
48th St. Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
the Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Bronski Beat,
Alton Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Joyce Sims,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantytec,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Pulsallama,
Scrapy,
Agitation Free,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash,
Junior Murvin,
The Real Kids,
Soul II Soul,
Ultra Naté,
David McCallum,
Au Pairs,
Slick Rick,
Neu!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arab on Radar,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Hood,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül II,
R.M.O.,
Schoolly D,
Roxette,
Black Flag,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swell Maps,
The Offenders,
X-Ray Spex,
Bauhaus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minnie Riperton,
Quadrant,
Dennis Brown,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Guru Guru,
EPMD,
Derrick May,
The Names,
Patti Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.