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 Guyana and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Agitation Free to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
James White and The Blacks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erasure,
Lightning Bolt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rufus Thomas,
Deakin,
The Cowsills,
Slave,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boz Scaggs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Litter,
The Durutti Column,
Supertramp,
Darondo,
Massinfluence,
Maurizio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barbara Tucker,
Alice Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
The Beau Brummels,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Velvet Underground,
New York Dolls,
Judy Mowatt,
The Saints,
Fugazi,
Sister Nancy,
Patti Smith,
The Evens,
Fela Kuti,
Man Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Colin Newman,
Soft Machine,
Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
Rapeman,
The Divine Comedy,
Mad Mike,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gichy Dan,
Monolake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fear,
Donald Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott Heron,
DNA,
Funkadelic,
Sugar Minott,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doors,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.