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 South Sudan and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Severed Heads to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Index,
Yaz,
Von Mondo,
Maurizio,
Faraquet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quando Quango,
Kurtis Blow,
Rosa Yemen,
Nas,
Urselle,
Cybotron,
Technova,
Grey Daturas,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra,
Nils Olav,
H. Thieme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ice-T,
Terry Callier,
Depeche Mode,
Frankie Knuckles,
Excepter,
The Standells,
Kaleidoscope,
Au Pairs,
The Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacques Brel,
Duran Duran,
Qualms,
Skaos,
Desert Stars,
Jandek,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Last Poets,
Oblivians,
Eli Mardock,
Grauzone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Letta Mbulu,
Malaria!,
The Monks,
The Motions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Mills,
Siglo XX,
Erykah Badu,
Yusef Lateef,
Visage,
Sonic Youth,
the Sonics,
Zapp,
Todd Terry,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.