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 Palau and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Zapp to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Ituana,
The Human League,
Marmalade,
K-Klass,
Alice Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Accadde A,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül II,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Tremeloes,
John Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Joy Division,
OOIOO,
Sex Pistols,
Faust,
Symarip,
Average White Band,
The Cure,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Hill,
a-ha,
The American Breed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mummies,
The Grass Roots,
Zero Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Liliput,
Boredoms,
The Motions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lower 48,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Germs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
The New Christs,
Juan Atkins,
Funky Four + One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swans,
Eli Mardock,
Icehouse,
The Saints,
Nico,
The Star Department,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronan,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Knickerbockers,
Cymande,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.