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 Jordan and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 June of 44 to the grunge 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris & Cosey,
Symarip,
Dead Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dual Sessions,
The Tremeloes,
Morten Harket,
Blancmange,
OOIOO,
Ultra Naté,
Vladislav Delay,
The Black Dice,
Los Fastidios,
Maurizio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
L. Decosne,
Laurel Aitken,
Television Personalities,
F. McDonald,
Silicon Teens,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultravox,
John Holt,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bad Manners,
Eli Mardock,
Rakim,
The Slackers,
Cal Tjader,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Jandek,
the Normal,
The Angels of Light,
Black Sheep,
The Wake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slave,
The Dead C,
John Cale,
Lungfish,
Liliput,
Funkadelic,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy Collins,
A Certain Ratio,
Joyce Sims,
Camberwell Now,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Alarm Clocks,
Porter Ricks,
Aswad,
Parry Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.