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 Monaco and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fat Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Das Ding,
Niagra,
Glenn Branca,
Technova,
This Heat,
Roxy Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Angels of Light,
Angry Samoans,
Pantytec,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stetsasonic,
UT,
Radiopuhelimet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Adolescents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oneida,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris Corsano,
Au Pairs,
a-ha,
Accadde A,
The Cowsills,
Scion,
Ponytail,
Barry Ungar,
U.S. Maple,
Mars,
Loose Ends,
Siglo XX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sexual Harrassment,
Danielle Patucci,
kango's stein massive,
Motorama,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Martian,
Barbara Tucker,
T. Rex,
The Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Schoolly D,
Freddie Wadling,
Vainqueur,
Echospace,
Audionom,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker,
The Invisible,
F. McDonald,
Rites of Spring,
The Raincoats,
Minor Threat,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.