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 Spain and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Birthday Party,
Massinfluence,
The Searchers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Divine Comedy,
Loose Ends,
Harry Pussy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
The Martian,
Ornette Coleman,
Byron Stingily,
The Skatalites,
Brass Construction,
Idris Muhammad,
The Saints,
Khruangbin,
Accadde A,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Style,
Panda Bear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hashim,
Saccharine Trust,
Pagans,
The Blackbyrds,
New Age Steppers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minor Threat,
Reagan Youth,
Livin' Joy,
The Busters,
The Index,
Carl Craig,
Kenny Larkin,
Clear Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lightning Bolt,
R.M.O.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Banda Bassotti,
Quando Quango,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rites of Spring,
Black Flag,
Eden Ahbez,
Lyres,
Schoolly D,
Mission of Burma,
Whodini,
Cal Tjader,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dead Boys,
David McCallum,
John Coltrane,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.