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 Columbus.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Fortunes,
Derrick May,
Mad Mike,
Schoolly D,
Eddi Front,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
La Düsseldorf,
David Axelrod,
The Smoke,
Rekid,
Faraquet,
Saccharine Trust,
Stetsasonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
The Toasters,
Dennis Brown,
JFA,
Intrusion,
Tom Boy,
Gang Starr,
Pantytec,
Cal Tjader,
Zero Boys,
Max Romeo,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nik Kershaw,
Charles Mingus,
New Age Steppers,
The Cowsills,
Cameo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy Collins,
Royal Trux,
The Knickerbockers,
Ohio Players,
Fluxion,
The Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
T.S.O.L.,
Junior Murvin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed,
Hasil Adkins,
The Saints,
Aural Exciters,
Nico,
The Barracudas,
Howard Jones,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Byrd,
John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
Loose Ends,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.