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 Antigua and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gabor Szabo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Ronan,
Malaria!,
Saccharine Trust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pole,
Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
The Leaves,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Sneak,
Eve St. Jones,
Swans,
Colin Newman,
Basic Channel,
Freddie Wadling,
Suicide,
Lucky Dragons,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Surgeon,
In Retrospect,
The Blues Magoos,
Television Personalities,
James White and The Blacks,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ornette Coleman,
Q65,
The Birthday Party,
June of 44,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Finger,
The Raincoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Brick,
Robert Hood,
Pere Ubu,
Mark Hollis,
John Lydon,
Sonic Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
The Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
Drexciya,
F. McDonald,
Essential Logic,
Faraquet,
Minnie Riperton,
the Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dark Day,
Liliput,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.