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 Montenegro and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Invisible,
Gabor Szabo,
Dual Sessions,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Byrd,
Basic Channel,
U.S. Maple,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Martian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pagans,
Danielle Patucci,
Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wasted Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry's Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Y Pants,
Brass Construction,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Silicon Teens,
Lightning Bolt,
Hoover,
Tommy Roe,
Infiniti,
Ossler,
The Smiths,
Black Bananas,
Rites of Spring,
Fad Gadget,
The Residents,
New Age Steppers,
Qualms,
Unrelated Segments,
The Skatalites,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June Days,
The Busters,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maurizio,
Essential Logic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Copeland,
Janne Schatter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Bourne,
Aswad,
Simply Red,
The Wake,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris & Cosey,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.