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 Luxembourg and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Mummies,
Fat Boys,
Josef K,
Lou Christie,
The Gladiators,
Patti Smith,
Lakeside,
Flipper,
David Bowie,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed,
La Düsseldorf,
Traffic Nightmare,
F. McDonald,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Buckinghams,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kas Product,
The American Breed,
Jacob Miller,
Byron Stingily,
The Selecter,
Laurel Aitken,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blues Magoos,
Glenn Branca,
Mandrill,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June Days,
Iggy Pop,
Tommy Roe,
Neu!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Offenders,
Nas,
Public Enemy,
Aswad,
Nick Fraelich,
48th St. Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerri Chandler,
The Standells,
Lucky Dragons,
Brand Nubian,
Suicide,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Age Steppers,
Magma,
Eve St. Jones,
Alphaville,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.