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 Guinea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Jerry's Kids to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fugs,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blake Baxter,
Skaos,
Reagan Youth,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agitation Free,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aural Exciters,
The Residents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Albert Ayler,
Whodini,
Surgeon,
Yazoo,
The Standells,
D'Angelo,
Mark Hollis,
The Remains,
The Invisible,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
10cc,
Tom Boy,
June of 44,
Popol Vuh,
Sparks,
Pere Ubu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantytec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MC5,
Toni Rubio,
Television Personalities,
Mission of Burma,
a-ha,
Accadde A,
James White and The Blacks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Association,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fluxion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Swans,
Skarface,
Malaria!,
The Smoke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crime,
Morten Harket,
cv313,
Sun City Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Crooked Eye,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.