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 Guinea and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Real Kids 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Toasters,
Nas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Victims,
Don Cherry,
Fela Kuti,
KRS-One,
The Gun Club,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erykah Badu,
Outsiders,
The Velvet Underground,
The Young Rascals,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Intrusion,
Kas Product,
Smog,
Robert Wyatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cramps,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Bourne,
E-Dancer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Offenders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Panda Bear,
Eddi Front,
Toni Rubio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Osbourne,
Parry Music,
Sugar Minott,
John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Schoolly D,
Robert Görl,
Thompson Twins,
Morten Harket,
Yaz,
Al Stewart,
The Residents,
Brand Nubian,
Sonic Youth,
Fat Boys,
Lalann,
Minny Pops,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.