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 Uruguay and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Moby Grape to the disco 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Morten Harket,
The Gap Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Groovy Waters,
Fluxion,
Tres Demented,
The Busters,
Idris Muhammad,
The Five Americans,
The Searchers,
Liliput,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sound,
Drexciya,
Rapeman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rites of Spring,
The J.B.'s,
Ultravox,
The Slackers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slick Rick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ponytail,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ken Boothe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Youth Brigade,
H. Thieme,
Basic Channel,
Yazoo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantaleimon,
Scrapy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun City Girls,
Monolake,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Enemy,
Ten City,
Outsiders,
CMW,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barrington Levy,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Terry,
Mr. Review,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amazonics,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.