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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Surgeon to the jazz 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Martian,
Suicide,
Bobby Sherman,
Agitation Free,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalann,
Stetsasonic,
The Standells,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxy Music,
Camouflage,
Drexciya,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blake Baxter,
The Golliwogs,
Scan 7,
Procol Harum,
Ituana,
The Birthday Party,
Eve St. Jones,
Faust,
Inner City,
Niagra,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun City Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
EPMD,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eddi Front,
Lyres,
Duran Duran,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hoover,
Funkadelic,
Newcleus,
Stiv Bators,
Idris Muhammad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacques Brel,
Monks,
The Slackers,
Nirvana,
Liliput,
the Bar-Kays,
Vladislav Delay,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
A Certain Ratio,
Flipper,
Maleditus Sound,
Royal Trux,
The J.B.'s,
Harpers Bizarre,
Isaac Hayes,
Althea and Donna,
Crime,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.