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 Liberia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Scan 7 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Quadrant,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Almond,
The Music Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Colin Newman,
The Sound,
Pantaleimon,
The Knickerbockers,
L. Decosne,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Moebius,
Ituana,
Quantec,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Leaves,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Altered Images,
The Doors,
Basic Channel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Standells,
Stiv Bators,
D'Angelo,
Tom Boy,
Con Funk Shun,
Pulsallama,
Ken Boothe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
Sex Pistols,
Erykah Badu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Massinfluence,
Dawn Penn,
Rotary Connection,
CMW,
The Angels of Light,
Brand Nubian,
Jacques Brel,
David Axelrod,
The Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unrelated Segments,
World's Most,
The Trojans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jandek,
The American Breed,
Marmalade,
Funkadelic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Byron Stingily,
Pere Ubu,
Kurtis Blow,
Carl Craig,
Qualms,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.