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 Tonga and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 The Velvet Underground to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABC,
Blancmange,
DJ Sneak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slick Rick,
Clear Light,
Sun City Girls,
Goldenarms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Dorothy Ashby,
Model 500,
The Fall,
Fatback Band,
Albert Ayler,
Porter Ricks,
John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Yazoo,
R.M.O.,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arab on Radar,
Glenn Branca,
Rites of Spring,
Minutemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
JFA,
The Mojo Men,
the Germs,
The Golliwogs,
The Barracudas,
Magazine,
Average White Band,
Tommy Roe,
Sonic Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Hasil Adkins,
Au Pairs,
Amazonics,
Suicide,
The Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Nik Kershaw,
The Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
T.S.O.L.,
Simply Red,
10cc,
David Axelrod,
John Foxx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.