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 Burkina and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
Nirvana,
Basic Channel,
DNA,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Almond,
The Moody Blues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Outsiders,
Ultra Naté,
Accadde A,
Stiv Bators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Vogues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Youth Brigade,
Animal Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gichy Dan,
The Blackbyrds,
The Last Poets,
Model 500,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sound Behaviour,
Ohio Players,
ABBA,
Moebius,
The Grass Roots,
Kayak,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hot Snakes,
Don Cherry,
K-Klass,
Black Flag,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Loose Ends,
Grauzone,
Quantec,
Sällskapet,
Section 25,
Goldenarms,
Terry Callier,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Velvet Underground,
Crime,
Ossler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang On A Can,
The Tremeloes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joey Negro,
Mars,
Public Enemy,
Pylon,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.