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 Belize and from New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Cal Tjader 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Joy Division,
L. Decosne,
Marine Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Surgeon,
The Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
Black Moon,
B.T. Express,
John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Subhumans,
Black Flag,
The Gories,
Circle Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Marc Almond,
Howard Jones,
Darondo,
The Blackbyrds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MC5,
Cecil Taylor,
H. Thieme,
Carl Craig,
Clear Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Beau Brummels,
Animal Collective,
Man Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zapp,
Ultravox,
Mantronix,
Accadde A,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronan,
The Skatalites,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kayak,
The Raincoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Barracudas,
The Wake,
Liliput,
The Cowsills,
Outsiders,
Angry Samoans,
New York Dolls,
UT,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rekid,
Magazine,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DNA,
Bobby Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harmonia,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.