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 Burkina and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ohio Players to the jazz 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Moleskins,
Eve St. Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Rites of Spring,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marvin Gaye,
The Raincoats,
E-Dancer,
Pussy Galore,
X-102,
Cameo,
R.M.O.,
The Fugs,
Procol Harum,
Soft Machine,
The Gladiators,
The Five Americans,
MC5,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Teasers,
Quando Quango,
Anthony Braxton,
Ossler,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Axelrod,
The Black Dice,
Brass Construction,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Eating Sloth,
Can,
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radio Birdman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siglo XX,
Lower 48,
Dead Boys,
Bronski Beat,
The Cowsills,
Freddie Wadling,
Oblivians,
Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Minor Threat,
Surgeon,
Section 25,
Simply Red,
Q and Not U,
Guru Guru,
The Evens,
The Star Department,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Green,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Bill Near,
This Heat,
The Durutti Column,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Tremeloes,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.