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 Papua New Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visage,
Pantaleimon,
The Wake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Toni Rubio,
Porter Ricks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Malaria!,
Michelle Simonal,
Letta Mbulu,
John Foxx,
Mark Hollis,
Youth Brigade,
The Saints,
PIL,
Boz Scaggs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Smog,
Cal Tjader,
Q and Not U,
EPMD,
Eric Dolphy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dark Day,
Soft Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed,
Kenny Larkin,
Heaven 17,
The Moody Blues,
The Dead C,
Hardrive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Stooges,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare,
Harpers Bizarre,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool Moe Dee,
Supertramp,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neu!,
The Barracudas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shoche,
Black Sheep,
Fad Gadget,
Yellowson,
Ten City,
The Human League,
Joey Negro,
Fluxion,
10cc,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Second Layer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Piero Umiliani,
Depeche Mode,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül II,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.