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 Lesotho and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Skriet to the grunge 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pretty Things,
Skaos,
Quantec,
Graham Central Station,
Brand Nubian,
H. Thieme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cramps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cheater Slicks,
Zero Boys,
Sparks,
Nils Olav,
Scrapy,
New Age Steppers,
The Motions,
FM Einheit,
R.M.O.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barrington Levy,
David Bowie,
Hoover,
Hardrive,
Sugar Minott,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Sherman,
Surgeon,
Wire,
Nirvana,
The Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Shuggie Otis,
Amazonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vladislav Delay,
Von Mondo,
The Dirtbombs,
June Days,
Piero Umiliani,
The Barracudas,
Clear Light,
Grauzone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doors,
The Fortunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Crime,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donald Byrd,
The Slackers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swans,
Morten Harket,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.