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 Kiribati and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 The Cure to the jazz 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Piero Umiliani,
Smog,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Accadde A,
The Smiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
the Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zapp,
Underground Resistance,
The Divine Comedy,
Rapeman,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Hood,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Womack,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiopuhelimet,
10cc,
The Invisible,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cecil Taylor,
The Offenders,
D'Angelo,
Suicide,
Joe Smooth,
Bluetip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Flag,
Trumans Water,
Excepter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funkadelic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unrelated Segments,
Barclay James Harvest,
Saccharine Trust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lightning Bolt,
Alice Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Cale,
Moebius,
Sun City Girls,
Guru Guru,
Banda Bassotti,
Theoretical Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Busters,
Hot Snakes,
Boz Scaggs,
Los Fastidios,
Thee Headcoats,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.