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 Korea South and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Moebius,
Tres Demented,
Wire,
Porter Ricks,
Procol Harum,
The Count Five,
Trumans Water,
PIL,
The Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Depeche Mode,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cramps,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Gang Green,
Albert Ayler,
Minor Threat,
Soft Machine,
Patti Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
Infiniti,
These Immortal Souls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
LL Cool J,
Soulsonic Force,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
B.T. Express,
Letta Mbulu,
Hardrive,
Wally Richardson,
Skaos,
Iggy Pop,
The Saints,
Pylon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Associates,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funkadelic,
The Mojo Men,
Dead Boys,
DNA,
the Human League,
Pere Ubu,
Quadrant,
The Pop Group,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Model 500,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Wells,
The Monochrome Set,
D'Angelo,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.