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 Japan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Seeds to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Robert Hood,
Interpol,
Mr. Review,
Clear Light,
48th St. Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers,
Popol Vuh,
Al Stewart,
Half Japanese,
Livin' Joy,
Franke,
Shoche,
Sex Pistols,
Delta 5,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABC,
Accadde A,
Bill Near,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flipper,
The Busters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Steve Hackett,
Simply Red,
Nik Kershaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mandrill,
The Beau Brummels,
Oblivians,
U.S. Maple,
The Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Arab on Radar,
Mad Mike,
Slave,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minor Threat,
Massinfluence,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Green,
Idris Muhammad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sight & Sound,
Cymande,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Crooked Eye,
kango's stein massive,
Cecil Taylor,
June of 44,
Jeff Mills,
Boredoms,
Eric Copeland,
Rakim,
Howard Jones,
The Moody Blues,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.