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 Somalia and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 La Düsseldorf to the disco 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Franke,
DJ Sneak,
Joey Negro,
Porter Ricks,
Schoolly D,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mars,
Pere Ubu,
Skriet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cluster,
Maurizio,
The Wake,
Skaos,
Davy DMX,
The Star Department,
Quadrant,
The Knickerbockers,
Heaven 17,
Cheater Slicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young,
Y Pants,
Babytalk,
The Misunderstood,
Fear,
Accadde A,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Popol Vuh,
Eurythmics,
The Pop Group,
Jimmy McGriff,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mantronix,
The Invisible,
Rapeman,
Sam Rivers,
The Evens,
The Real Kids,
Joy Division,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Smog,
Goldenarms,
Leonard Cohen,
Funkadelic,
Alphaville,
Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Tom Boy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wings,
DNA,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.