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 Samoa 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Last Poets to the punk 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Stetsasonic,
Hashim,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
K-Klass,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Animal Collective,
The Martian,
Tropical Tobacco,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül II,
Funkadelic,
Black Flag,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Certain Ratio,
The Toasters,
Wire,
Main Source,
Minny Pops,
The Modern Lovers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blake Baxter,
Ohio Players,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wasted Youth,
Barry Ungar,
The Associates,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sonics,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pop Group,
Eli Mardock,
Gang of Four,
The Motions,
Smog,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Aloha Tigers,
Motorama,
The Barracudas,
Urselle,
Gichy Dan,
June Days,
Bush Tetras,
Parry Music,
Public Enemy,
Eric Dolphy,
Tommy Roe,
Black Bananas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.