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 Hungary and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
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 linndrum 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The Happenings,
The Slits,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Erasure,
Archie Shepp,
The Residents,
Terry Callier,
Josef K,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dead C,
John Foxx,
Infiniti,
Brass Construction,
David Axelrod,
Kayak,
Eric B and Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
The Buckinghams,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magazine,
The Cramps,
Davy DMX,
Heaven 17,
Sandy B,
Talk Talk,
The Music Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra,
Dark Day,
Accadde A,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tommy Roe,
The Toasters,
The Victims,
Metal Thangz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Remains,
Anthony Braxton,
Hot Snakes,
Joyce Sims,
Mars,
Sparks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grey Daturas,
Sun City Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Gabor Szabo,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.