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 Accra.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 L. Decosne to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
the Human League,
The Smoke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Monolake,
David McCallum,
Quantec,
Stereo Dub,
Von Mondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Delta 5,
Brothers Johnson,
Ten City,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Standells,
Pere Ubu,
Warren Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eve St. Jones,
Funkadelic,
Ken Boothe,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker,
Essential Logic,
The Blues Magoos,
Erykah Badu,
Dark Day,
PIL,
Swell Maps,
Chrome,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DNA,
Minnie Riperton,
Shuggie Otis,
Guru Guru,
10cc,
Alphaville,
Sarah Menescal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Style,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Junior Murvin,
Roxy Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Hoover,
Brick,
Lucky Dragons,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marine Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Make Up,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Wyatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Holt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.