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 Honduras and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Bluetip to the punk 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Symarip,
Morten Harket,
Aswad,
Agitation Free,
The Remains,
The Black Dice,
The United States of America,
James White and The Blacks,
Flash Fearless,
Masters at Work,
Max Romeo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Happenings,
Eve St. Jones,
Alton Ellis,
Don Cherry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
K-Klass,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Modern Lovers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suicide,
Brass Construction,
Das Ding,
Joe Finger,
MC5,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erasure,
Bob Dylan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dead C,
Althea and Donna,
In Retrospect,
Joey Negro,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Halsall,
Sixth Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
10cc,
Funky Four + One,
Fela Kuti,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David McCallum,
Black Pus,
Freddie Wadling,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Carl Craig,
June Days,
Ludus,
Khruangbin,
Robert Hood,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.