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 Korea South and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Barry Ungar to the disco 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Parry Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joy Division,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Womack,
Malaria!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Interpol,
The Five Americans,
Prince Buster,
Altered Images,
the Slits,
The Toasters,
Desert Stars,
Das Ding,
Mission of Burma,
Tears for Fears,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Moon,
Fugazi,
Junior Murvin,
Tres Demented,
The Grass Roots,
The Young Rascals,
Depeche Mode,
Cymande,
Alice Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Moss Icon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gladiators,
Khruangbin,
This Heat,
Blake Baxter,
Roxy Music,
Section 25,
The Motions,
Gregory Isaacs,
D'Angelo,
Young Marble Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Q and Not U,
Moby Grape,
Judy Mowatt,
Harry Pussy,
Tim Buckley,
The Names,
Black Flag,
Anthony Braxton,
Animal Collective,
Quadrant,
Aswad,
Todd Terry,
China Crisis,
Janne Schatter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Althea and Donna,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.