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 Finland and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Fugazi to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Wyatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scion,
Basic Channel,
Motorama,
D'Angelo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Henry Cow,
Television Personalities,
Massinfluence,
The Mummies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lyres,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spoonie Gee,
Procol Harum,
JFA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kevin Saunderson,
Danielle Patucci,
Unrelated Segments,
Isaac Hayes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
The Litter,
The Names,
Second Layer,
DNA,
Skarface,
AZ,
Colin Newman,
Lucky Dragons,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MC5,
Oblivians,
The Young Rascals,
Technova,
Johnny Clarke,
The Beau Brummels,
Buzzcocks,
Albert Ayler,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiohead,
T.S.O.L.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lower 48,
The New Christs,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
The Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.