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 Mauritania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Aloha Tigers to the rap 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Qualms,
Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Piero Umiliani,
D'Angelo,
X-101,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Starr,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Count Five,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mantronix,
Con Funk Shun,
The Golliwogs,
Newcleus,
Lungfish,
The New Christs,
Ituana,
Barclay James Harvest,
MC5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
Metal Thangz,
10cc,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Bowie,
The Durutti Column,
Pulsallama,
Crime,
B.T. Express,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Christie,
Youth Brigade,
Skarface,
Amon Düül,
Talk Talk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller,
Quando Quango,
Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Saints,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minutemen,
Make Up,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wolf Eyes,
Royal Trux,
Goldenarms,
Anthony Braxton,
Excepter,
The Invisible,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.