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 Sierra Leone and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Darondo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
KRS-One,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Dolphy,
Grey Daturas,
Pulsallama,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Babytalk,
Charles Mingus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Tubeway Army,
Yellowson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mad Mike,
Tim Buckley,
Lower 48,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ponytail,
Schoolly D,
Fugazi,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Alphaville,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cecil Taylor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scion,
The Associates,
Aaron Thompson,
The Remains,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faraquet,
Banda Bassotti,
Simply Red,
Spoonie Gee,
K-Klass,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tomorrow,
Q65,
The Angels of Light,
Second Layer,
The Wake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Near,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monolake,
Vainqueur,
Lucky Dragons,
Nik Kershaw,
Patti Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quadrant,
Oblivians,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.