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 Albania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Durutti Column to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Residents,
Althea and Donna,
Joyce Sims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Cybotron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Dolphy,
Sam Rivers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Davy DMX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Excepter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Country Teasers,
Scrapy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minor Threat,
The Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Inner City,
Dorothy Ashby,
KRS-One,
Piero Umiliani,
Essential Logic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Kurtis Blow,
Agitation Free,
the Normal,
Arcadia,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arthur Verocai,
Skaos,
Dual Sessions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Smog,
Charles Mingus,
Eden Ahbez,
Iggy Pop,
the Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
David Bowie,
Prince Buster,
Sandy B,
Pagans,
Grauzone,
The Busters,
Negative Approach,
Maleditus Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Underground Resistance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Cell,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.