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 Germany and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 China Crisis to the crunk 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Sun City Girls,
CMW,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Matthew Halsall,
Malaria!,
Funky Four + One,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mantronix,
Marshall Jefferson,
Average White Band,
Sex Pistols,
The Litter,
Eden Ahbez,
The Grass Roots,
Mandrill,
Tres Demented,
Groovy Waters,
Peter & Gordon,
The Kinks,
Lyres,
Porter Ricks,
DNA,
Au Pairs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ponytail,
Unwound,
The Index,
The Moody Blues,
Althea and Donna,
Kayak,
Essential Logic,
Royal Trux,
Don Cherry,
U.S. Maple,
Main Source,
Rapeman,
Derrick Morgan,
Metal Thangz,
Sister Nancy,
Glenn Branca,
Smog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reagan Youth,
Black Pus,
Drexciya,
The Sonics,
Siglo XX,
Ohio Players,
Harmonia,
Quando Quango,
Nirvana,
Ultra Naté,
Duran Duran,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.