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 Zambia and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 June of 44 to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Black Dice,
FM Einheit,
Ice-T,
The Young Rascals,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Grass Roots,
Theoretical Girls,
Mr. Review,
David Axelrod,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quadrant,
Vainqueur,
Chris Corsano,
Aural Exciters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cymande,
The Saints,
The Offenders,
The Seeds,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Fela Kuti,
Quando Quango,
Mandrill,
Anakelly,
Todd Terry,
Minny Pops,
The Divine Comedy,
The Five Americans,
Index,
Pole,
Kurtis Blow,
Bad Manners,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxette,
Moebius,
Aswad,
Joy Division,
Reuben Wilson,
The Motions,
Second Layer,
Albert Ayler,
Fear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harry Pussy,
Black Pus,
Barrington Levy,
Grauzone,
Scientists,
The Smiths,
PIL,
Suicide,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eve St. Jones,
Flipper,
Unrelated Segments,
Roger Hodgson,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.