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 Gambia and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the electroclash 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skarface,
The Fuzztones,
Brand Nubian,
the Human League,
Outsiders,
Y Pants,
The Neon Judgement,
The Names,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brothers Johnson,
The Offenders,
Stetsasonic,
Lalann,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Technova,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stereo Dub,
Barrington Levy,
The Monks,
Deadbeat,
Von Mondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lightning Bolt,
Subhumans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Surgeon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gun Club,
Brick,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
K-Klass,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Panda Bear,
The Barracudas,
Joey Negro,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Icehouse,
John Cale,
Delta 5,
Oblivians,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed,
Motorama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Normal,
Television,
Wire,
Marshall Jefferson,
Patti Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cal Tjader,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.