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 Malawi and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 T.S.O.L. to the jazz 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Silicon Teens,
Eli Mardock,
Chris & Cosey,
Rakim,
Animal Collective,
LL Cool J,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultra Naté,
Erykah Badu,
Darondo,
Black Flag,
World's Most,
Aloha Tigers,
Simply Red,
The Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rod Modell,
T.S.O.L.,
Glenn Branca,
Bronski Beat,
Circle Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Model 500,
Suburban Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
Brick,
Bluetip,
Angry Samoans,
Severed Heads,
The Zeros,
Bob Dylan,
Thee Headcoats,
Bad Manners,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Divine Comedy,
The Five Americans,
The Pretty Things,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sam Rivers,
Dark Day,
Flash Fearless,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacques Brel,
the Germs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
D'Angelo,
Aaron Thompson,
Scrapy,
The Skatalites,
The Gories,
Brothers Johnson,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed,
Echospace,
New Order,
The Sonics,
KRS-One,
R.M.O.,
Rufus Thomas,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.