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 Togo and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Cale to the jazz 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Surgeon,
U.S. Maple,
Guru Guru,
Intrusion,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Near,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arcadia,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barbara Tucker,
Ornette Coleman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Count Five,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Terry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Livin' Joy,
The Dirtbombs,
Qualms,
Matthew Bourne,
Hardrive,
Scientists,
Eric Copeland,
Ken Boothe,
The Kinks,
Porter Ricks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
Audionom,
The Smiths,
Alphaville,
The Pop Group,
Brick,
Jandek,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mandrill,
The Modern Lovers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Albert Ayler,
Michelle Simonal,
Easy Going,
Radio Birdman,
Franke,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Adolescents,
Chris & Cosey,
Swell Maps,
The Moody Blues,
The Litter,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.