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 Seychelles and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rock 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Crooked Eye,
Crime,
Gichy Dan,
Agent Orange,
Loose Ends,
The Associates,
the Association,
Lalann,
Scott Walker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yellowson,
X-101,
Jacques Brel,
Half Japanese,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moleskins,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Clarke,
Von Mondo,
The J.B.'s,
Drive Like Jehu,
Panda Bear,
Jerry's Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spandau Ballet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Main Source,
Mars,
John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
cv313,
The Monochrome Set,
The Remains,
Cecil Taylor,
48th St. Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
Susan Cadogan,
Excepter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultra Naté,
Chris Corsano,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radio Birdman,
the Slits,
Ohio Players,
Icehouse,
Donny Hathaway,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siglo XX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.