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 Tuvalu and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Glambeats Corp. to the dance 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Flipper,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
JFA,
Japan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Intrusion,
Symarip,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Toasters,
B.T. Express,
Ituana,
Bang On A Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Sugar Minott,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Terry,
These Immortal Souls,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultravox,
The Barracudas,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed,
China Crisis,
Groovy Waters,
Loose Ends,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scrapy,
Skaos,
The Beau Brummels,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amazonics,
The Monks,
The Last Poets,
Kerri Chandler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hardrive,
The Motions,
John Holt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erasure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers,
CMW,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rufus Thomas,
Sam Rivers,
L. Decosne,
the Normal,
Vainqueur,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Standells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.