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 East Timor and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Joey Negro to the funk 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Hill,
Average White Band,
Cybotron,
The Velvet Underground,
Aswad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Susan Cadogan,
Spoonie Gee,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Residents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Prince Buster,
The Sound,
F. McDonald,
Dennis Brown,
Henry Cow,
AZ,
The Stooges,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash,
Byron Stingily,
Rod Modell,
Lower 48,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erykah Badu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
The Moleskins,
Cal Tjader,
The Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
the Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visage,
The Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
David McCallum,
Kaleidoscope,
Pierre Henry,
Unwound,
Jawbox,
R.M.O.,
Alison Limerick,
Roxette,
Das Ding,
In Retrospect,
The Fuzztones,
Arab on Radar,
Piero Umiliani,
Make Up,
Boredoms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terry Callier,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.