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 Seychelles and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Gong to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Jandek,
Roger Hodgson,
Ohio Players,
Stiv Bators,
Half Japanese,
The Red Krayola,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang of Four,
Darondo,
Niagra,
The Remains,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Flag,
Joey Negro,
Procol Harum,
The Busters,
Young Marble Giants,
Joyce Sims,
Black Sheep,
Malaria!,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Model 500,
Severed Heads,
Jeru the Damaja,
Junior Murvin,
E-Dancer,
Slick Rick,
Gang Starr,
The Standells,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Happenings,
Agent Orange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Infiniti,
Cal Tjader,
Roxy Music,
Vainqueur,
Fat Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bad Manners,
The Saints,
Fear,
Bauhaus,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy Collins,
Frankie Knuckles,
MDC,
Amon Düül,
Chris Corsano,
Japan,
Yellowson,
The Five Americans,
Swans,
World's Most,
H. Thieme,
Donny Hathaway,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nas,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.