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 Maldives and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Bobby Byrd to the grunge 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Aloha Tigers,
June Days,
The Leaves,
Hardrive,
Prince Buster,
Y Pants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rotary Connection,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
PIL,
Charles Mingus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wings,
Bobby Womack,
Wasted Youth,
Quantec,
Althea and Donna,
Barry Ungar,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Bowie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
CMW,
John Foxx,
Mars,
Nick Fraelich,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faust,
Roger Hodgson,
Shuggie Otis,
a-ha,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blues Magoos,
The Move,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Machine,
The Moody Blues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Victims,
Joy Division,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Almond,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
The Neon Judgement,
Letta Mbulu,
Grey Daturas,
B.T. Express,
Mr. Review,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Age Steppers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
The Offenders,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.