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 Laos and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
The Associates,
Todd Rundgren,
Dead Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Motions,
The Mojo Men,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Sheep,
The Stooges,
Essential Logic,
Cameo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Althea and Donna,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
Duran Duran,
Country Teasers,
Q65,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Talk Talk,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fela Kuti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Last Poets,
the Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
UT,
The Fuzztones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Schoolly D,
Excepter,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Severed Heads,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Delta 5,
Y Pants,
Jawbox,
the Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Parry Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Rod Modell,
Mad Mike,
DNA,
Amazonics,
Vainqueur,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Au Pairs,
Easy Going,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.