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 Belize and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
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 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 Crime to the disco 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
The Music Machine,
Television Personalities,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harry Pussy,
Tres Demented,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Charles Mingus,
Deepchord,
Crooked Eye,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter and Kerry,
The Vogues,
Cal Tjader,
The Knickerbockers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Los Fastidios,
These Immortal Souls,
The Wake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Man Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smiths,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
In Retrospect,
OOIOO,
Country Teasers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Pus,
The Durutti Column,
Wally Richardson,
Donald Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Ken Boothe,
Symarip,
Pylon,
Fatback Band,
Rod Modell,
Erykah Badu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Theoretical Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Green,
The Real Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Litter,
Yellowson,
The Toasters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Y Pants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.