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 Finland and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Whodini to the rap 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Excepter,
Spandau Ballet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Aural Exciters,
Adolescents,
Soulsonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Max Romeo,
the Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
The Standells,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare,
Albert Ayler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yellowson,
Radiohead,
Mandrill,
Lalo Schifrin,
Qualms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gories,
Niagra,
FM Einheit,
Mary Jane Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Skarface,
Bob Dylan,
Easy Going,
Lyres,
Crooked Eye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Don Cherry,
Smog,
The Cure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music,
Mars,
DJ Sneak,
Pantaleimon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flipper,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brick,
Ultra Naté,
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
John Holt,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
Crispy Ambulance,
Negative Approach,
Skriet,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.