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 Bulgaria and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pantaleimon to the funk 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Pantaleimon,
the Swans,
Brick,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
Pylon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Connie Case,
Negative Approach,
Soft Machine,
The Last Poets,
Eric Copeland,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donald Byrd,
Camouflage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Technova,
Jeff Mills,
B.T. Express,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Birthday Party,
Agent Orange,
Loose Ends,
Ronan,
The Fortunes,
Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Hill,
Barrington Levy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Fad Gadget,
Soul Sonic Force,
Excepter,
Derrick May,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Christie,
The Cure,
John Lydon,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swans,
Nirvana,
Jandek,
Bang On A Can,
The Smoke,
K-Klass,
Newcleus,
Gang of Four,
One Last Wish,
the Slits,
The Gun Club,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.