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 South Africa and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Average White Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monolake,
Crime,
The Skatalites,
Lyres,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Trumans Water,
Derrick Morgan,
The Zeros,
DJ Style,
Silicon Teens,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Machine,
Radiohead,
China Crisis,
Nico,
Bill Wells,
Rapeman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ornette Coleman,
Simply Red,
Roxy Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Connie Case,
Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Lynne,
Aural Exciters,
Ken Boothe,
The Martian,
Kayak,
Donald Byrd,
Scan 7,
Sonic Youth,
Davy DMX,
The Happenings,
Aswad,
Henry Cow,
Derrick May,
Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Popol Vuh,
Pharoah Sanders,
Colin Newman,
The Black Dice,
Whodini,
Barrington Levy,
Liliput,
Japan,
Saccharine Trust,
Minny Pops,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hasil Adkins,
Mr. Review,
Massinfluence,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.