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 Malaysia and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Cecil Taylor to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rekid,
The Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Index,
Pantytec,
Mary Jane Girls,
Infiniti,
Mission of Burma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Albert Ayler,
Lakeside,
Janne Schatter,
Barbara Tucker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Absolute Body Control,
Chrome,
Buzzcocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Tears for Fears,
the Slits,
Das Ding,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare,
DJ Sneak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Golliwogs,
Motorama,
Radio Birdman,
Sällskapet,
Godley & Creme,
Arcadia,
Kerri Chandler,
Nirvana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sugar Minott,
Visage,
Grey Daturas,
Danielle Patucci,
Moebius,
The Barracudas,
Cymande,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxette,
Q65,
X-102,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Womack,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siglo XX,
Aswad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.