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 Chad and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 David Axelrod to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Youth Brigade,
Warren Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang of Four,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donny Hathaway,
Moebius,
Monolake,
Q and Not U,
EPMD,
Flipper,
Agitation Free,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Theoretical Girls,
the Normal,
Morten Harket,
The Associates,
Marine Girls,
John Foxx,
R.M.O.,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gories,
Franke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Negative Approach,
Chris Corsano,
Guru Guru,
Sällskapet,
Gong,
The Gap Band,
Chrome,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacob Miller,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Procol Harum,
The Mojo Men,
The Motions,
Slave,
8 Eyed Spy,
Niagra,
ABC,
Dennis Brown,
David Axelrod,
Hoover,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Terry,
Slick Rick,
Zapp,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Babytalk,
Robert Hood,
Deepchord,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.