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 Tajikistan and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Chris & Cosey to the disco 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cluster,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Prince Buster,
48th St. Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers,
Minutemen,
The Invisible,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bronski Beat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gories,
World's Most,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blake Baxter,
Organ,
Byron Stingily,
Swell Maps,
Panda Bear,
Yazoo,
Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anthony Braxton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Normal,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Sneak,
DJ Style,
PIL,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eurythmics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Birthday Party,
The Dirtbombs,
Minnie Riperton,
DNA,
Arthur Verocai,
LL Cool J,
the Association,
The Gun Club,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Lynne,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.