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 Tehran.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
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 oboe 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 the Fania All-Stars to the jazz 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
The Busters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Surgeon,
Ituana,
Lungfish,
Talk Talk,
a-ha,
Bush Tetras,
Delta 5,
X-Ray Spex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Near,
Pantytec,
Andrew Hill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Fraelich,
Deakin,
Lightning Bolt,
Tears for Fears,
Joy Division,
Jawbox,
The Last Poets,
The Doors,
Sparks,
T.S.O.L.,
Fat Boys,
The Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Copeland,
Byron Stingily,
The Index,
Erykah Badu,
The American Breed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nirvana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Starr,
Thompson Twins,
Ralphi Rosario,
UT,
David Axelrod,
Blancmange,
John Cale,
the Germs,
Eden Ahbez,
Alton Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boz Scaggs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rekid,
The Seeds,
Japan,
Ronan,
Nils Olav,
Simply Red,
Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nas,
Organ,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.