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 Jamaica and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
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 oboe 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 Radio Birdman to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
The Last Poets,
John Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Fraelich,
Joensuu 1685,
The Walker Brothers,
Ludus,
Wings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Josef K,
The Shadows of Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scrapy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Clarke,
Mission of Burma,
Unwound,
Cheater Slicks,
Deepchord,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alton Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Marc Almond,
Darondo,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra,
Agitation Free,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
June Days,
The Standells,
Das Ding,
Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Nik Kershaw,
Monks,
Carl Craig,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Inner City,
Grey Daturas,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Christie,
Second Layer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anthony Braxton,
Barbara Tucker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry's Kids,
This Heat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blake Baxter,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.