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 Malaysia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Essential Logic 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Davy DMX,
Warsaw,
Todd Terry,
The Names,
The Slackers,
Bronski Beat,
The Evens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Japan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Judy Mowatt,
Juan Atkins,
Whodini,
Stereo Dub,
Cal Tjader,
Buzzcocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unwound,
cv313,
Cameo,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlback,
48th St. Collective,
Kayak,
The Saints,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sugar Minott,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nirvana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Radio Birdman,
Supertramp,
The Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Last Poets,
Brass Construction,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lakeside,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rites of Spring,
Ituana,
Brand Nubian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.