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 Bhutan and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Zapp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Angry Samoans,
Ponytail,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
F. McDonald,
Tres Demented,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smiths,
The Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Porter Ricks,
June Days,
Rosa Yemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun City Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Mo-Dettes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Public Enemy,
B.T. Express,
Nico,
The Fortunes,
Moby Grape,
X-Ray Spex,
Scientists,
Juan Atkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
R.M.O.,
The Modern Lovers,
T.S.O.L.,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fuzztones,
Dark Day,
Erykah Badu,
Khruangbin,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
The Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Motions,
The Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Dolphy,
Al Stewart,
Gabor Szabo,
Danielle Patucci,
Albert Ayler,
Model 500,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.