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 Denmark and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Marmalade to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Evens,
Circle Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Outsiders,
Matthew Bourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Howard Jones,
The J.B.'s,
B.T. Express,
Fat Boys,
Donald Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Gang of Four,
Fear,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alison Limerick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Juan Atkins,
The Golliwogs,
Jawbox,
Mark Hollis,
Harry Pussy,
Pole,
Sandy B,
Fluxion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Susan Cadogan,
The Music Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
The Knickerbockers,
David McCallum,
Rufus Thomas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yazoo,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Harmonia,
Black Pus,
Crash Course in Science,
The New Christs,
X-101,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Supertramp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erasure,
The Residents,
Johnny Osbourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warsaw,
Excepter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June of 44,
Letta Mbulu,
Loose Ends,
ABBA,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.