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 Luxembourg and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Jerry's Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Colin Newman,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun City Girls,
The Cure,
The Zeros,
Black Moon,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moleskins,
OOIOO,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Wells,
The Gladiators,
Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Style,
Charles Mingus,
Donald Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Depeche Mode,
Rekid,
Fear,
Mantronix,
Prince Buster,
Infiniti,
Brand Nubian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Das Ding,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Half Japanese,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Terry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Severed Heads,
Yellowson,
Sällskapet,
Grauzone,
Bill Near,
Chris Corsano,
Dark Day,
Second Layer,
The Skatalites,
Erykah Badu,
The United States of America,
The Vogues,
ABBA,
Public Enemy,
The Saints,
Altered Images,
Scrapy,
Television,
Ultravox,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.