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 Tuvalu and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Fuzztones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Smooth,
Mandrill,
Sex Pistols,
Prince Buster,
Whodini,
Matthew Bourne,
Ituana,
James White and The Blacks,
The Red Krayola,
Jacob Miller,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-Ray Spex,
Davy DMX,
The Velvet Underground,
Franke,
the Normal,
Maurizio,
The Invisible,
Hoover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amazonics,
Deepchord,
Roxette,
a-ha,
The Associates,
The Martian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pagans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Enemy,
Altered Images,
Archie Shepp,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-102,
OOIOO,
Fluxion,
Marmalade,
Chris & Cosey,
Fatback Band,
In Retrospect,
Rites of Spring,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erykah Badu,
Vainqueur,
Darondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moleskins,
The Zeros,
Jerry's Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Negative Approach,
Shuggie Otis,
Ohio Players,
The Dirtbombs,
LL Cool J,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fortunes,
The Litter,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.