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 Malta and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Agent Orange to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Boredoms,
Gang Starr,
Dawn Penn,
Blake Baxter,
Talk Talk,
T. Rex,
Donald Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Drexciya,
Johnny Clarke,
Skriet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mojo Men,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erykah Badu,
Cameo,
The J.B.'s,
Icehouse,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Morten Harket,
Sex Pistols,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-102,
Toni Rubio,
The Kinks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Lynne,
Nirvana,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oneida,
Sister Nancy,
Fluxion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wire,
Flash Fearless,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oblivians,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Birthday Party,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moss Icon,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Wyatt,
Crime,
OOIOO,
Blossom Toes,
The Doors,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.