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 Russia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 Little Man to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Electric Light Orchestra,
AZ,
Sugar Minott,
Funkadelic,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Names,
Dave Gahan,
Mars,
The Residents,
Colin Newman,
UT,
The Smiths,
Underground Resistance,
Popol Vuh,
The Human League,
The Busters,
Pagans,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gories,
Tommy Roe,
Altered Images,
The Five Americans,
Organ,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moebius,
Porter Ricks,
LL Cool J,
The Remains,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy Collins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ohio Players,
The Trojans,
The Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Liliput,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Toasters,
Byron Stingily,
Trumans Water,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Index,
Kayak,
The Modern Lovers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Blossom Toes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minny Pops,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mummies,
June of 44,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.