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 Turkmenistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
the Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Infiniti,
Section 25,
Bronski Beat,
Ossler,
T. Rex,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moody Blues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
The Litter,
Sight & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Symarip,
Gabor Szabo,
Wolf Eyes,
The United States of America,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Babytalk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hashim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tres Demented,
Stereo Dub,
Roxy Music,
Make Up,
The Doors,
Kaleidoscope,
Ituana,
Duran Duran,
Camouflage,
Al Stewart,
The Fall,
Bizarre Inc.,
Byron Stingily,
Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
F. McDonald,
Erykah Badu,
Radio Birdman,
Monolake,
Blake Baxter,
Lakeside,
Glenn Branca,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Schoolly D,
Panda Bear,
Sixth Finger,
Sandy B,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.