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 Turkey and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Gories to the grunge 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Last Poets,
Eve St. Jones,
Quantec,
The Techniques,
Urselle,
Surgeon,
Alton Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Supertramp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yellowson,
Brothers Johnson,
Sam Rivers,
Sister Nancy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Danielle Patucci,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rites of Spring,
Ronnie Foster,
Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Clear Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joy Division,
Sandy B,
Radio Birdman,
Little Man,
Ten City,
Pagans,
Tubeway Army,
Scratch Acid,
Davy DMX,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hardrive,
Josef K,
Sight & Sound,
The Gories,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Malaria!,
Sixth Finger,
The Gladiators,
John Foxx,
Agent Orange,
Oneida,
Patti Smith,
Man Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Reagan Youth,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.