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 Malawi and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Mandrill to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Zeros,
Darondo,
Skaos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crash Course in Science,
Ice-T,
Black Flag,
Wings,
Rekid,
Eden Ahbez,
Slave,
Mandrill,
Lungfish,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quantec,
Blossom Toes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Essential Logic,
Anthony Braxton,
LL Cool J,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rufus Thomas,
48th St. Collective,
Country Teasers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Count Five,
Cal Tjader,
Mission of Burma,
Unwound,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fortunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ten City,
Nick Fraelich,
Thompson Twins,
Dawn Penn,
Visage,
Hasil Adkins,
The Invisible,
Fad Gadget,
Tommy Roe,
Mad Mike,
The Barracudas,
The Moody Blues,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Walker Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Pagans,
Soft Machine,
Roxy Music,
Mo-Dettes,
Von Mondo,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mojo Men,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.