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 Gambia and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Scientists to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Throbbing Gristle,
Icehouse,
Bang On A Can,
Toni Rubio,
Desert Stars,
Khruangbin,
The Knickerbockers,
Cameo,
Bill Near,
Rosa Yemen,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tommy Roe,
Mandrill,
June Days,
Cal Tjader,
Gabor Szabo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mummies,
Angry Samoans,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris & Cosey,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Move,
The Last Poets,
Mars,
Lyres,
Young Marble Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Livin' Joy,
Faust,
The Walker Brothers,
Deepchord,
The Zeros,
The Star Department,
Essential Logic,
The Cowsills,
Mad Mike,
Altered Images,
Gichy Dan,
The Monks,
David Bowie,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobbi Humphrey,
K-Klass,
Malaria!,
Lightning Bolt,
The Velvet Underground,
Echospace,
Easy Going,
Quadrant,
The Fuzztones,
Dead Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Brand Nubian,
Babytalk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.