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 New Zealand and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Subhumans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lower 48,
MDC,
The Last Poets,
Magma,
Aural Exciters,
The Fortunes,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Germs,
Goldenarms,
Oneida,
The Young Rascals,
Ten City,
Derrick May,
Drexciya,
Bobby Womack,
Nirvana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erasure,
In Retrospect,
X-Ray Spex,
Groovy Waters,
Crooked Eye,
cv313,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Excepter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scrapy,
the Swans,
Pierre Henry,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Saints,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faraquet,
Altered Images,
The Moleskins,
Interpol,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul II Soul,
The Golliwogs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Reagan Youth,
Von Mondo,
Bluetip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Toasters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.