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 Eritrea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the crunk 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Can,
Royal Trux,
Brick,
Judy Mowatt,
Lindisfarne,
Mantronix,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television Personalities,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kenny Larkin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Piero Umiliani,
Half Japanese,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
EPMD,
The Pop Group,
Symarip,
Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Essential Logic,
Ice-T,
Crispy Ambulance,
H. Thieme,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cramps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Wally Richardson,
Sparks,
Negative Approach,
Basic Channel,
Ludus,
Joey Negro,
Swell Maps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mummies,
The Blackbyrds,
Arthur Verocai,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultravox,
John Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Intrusion,
Pere Ubu,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Sneak,
Danielle Patucci,
Zero Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pylon,
Jandek,
Von Mondo,
The Golliwogs,
Rosa Yemen,
Pussy Galore,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.