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 Thailand and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Donald Byrd to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Slick Rick,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warsaw,
Popol Vuh,
The Dave Clark Five,
Livin' Joy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jandek,
The Doobie Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fall,
Pere Ubu,
China Crisis,
Kas Product,
The Cowsills,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
Mad Mike,
Sister Nancy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Young Marble Giants,
Nas,
X-102,
Aaron Thompson,
DNA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ossler,
Graham Central Station,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Hill,
Supertramp,
Grey Daturas,
Scan 7,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swell Maps,
Von Mondo,
Sonic Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Pierre Henry,
Chris Corsano,
Hashim,
kango's stein massive,
Niagra,
Erykah Badu,
Lucky Dragons,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cymande,
Donald Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Crash Course in Science,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Bananas,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.