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 Iraq and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Stiv Bators to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gap Band,
Hoover,
Grey Daturas,
Eve St. Jones,
Don Cherry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Massinfluence,
World's Most,
Soulsonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Clarke,
Cymande,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry's Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Schoolly D,
The American Breed,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
The Move,
The Techniques,
B.T. Express,
Brothers Johnson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aswad,
Jeff Lynne,
Rod Modell,
New York Dolls,
Suburban Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mandrill,
Niagra,
Franke,
The Busters,
Hasil Adkins,
The Selecter,
Nico,
Desert Stars,
Moby Grape,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Stooges,
Yaz,
David McCallum,
Animal Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
Archie Shepp,
Shoche,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smiths,
cv313,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neu!,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.