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 Sri Lanka and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Cal Tjader,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
Shoche,
Juan Atkins,
Qualms,
Mr. Review,
Jerry's Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delta 5,
Y Pants,
Dave Gahan,
Massinfluence,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Velvet Underground,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doobie Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Visage,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Style,
The New Christs,
Brass Construction,
John Holt,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABBA,
Connie Case,
Moebius,
The Wake,
Colin Newman,
Shuggie Otis,
Scion,
Gabor Szabo,
The Raincoats,
Los Fastidios,
Icehouse,
Subhumans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Sherman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Ponytail,
Japan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rod Modell,
The Techniques,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Axelrod,
Jandek,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boz Scaggs,
Stiv Bators,
The Last Poets,
Surgeon,
T. Rex,
Symarip,
the Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.