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 Bolivia and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Near,
Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Marshall Jefferson,
R.M.O.,
Susan Cadogan,
Guru Guru,
Fatback Band,
Joyce Sims,
Juan Atkins,
Glenn Branca,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cure,
Blossom Toes,
Stereo Dub,
Scrapy,
Urselle,
Josef K,
ABC,
Dave Gahan,
The Divine Comedy,
Dead Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
New York Dolls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Interpol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Underground Resistance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter & Gordon,
Heaven 17,
Boredoms,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oneida,
John Lydon,
Todd Terry,
Cymande,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mr. Review,
This Heat,
The Gun Club,
John Foxx,
Godley & Creme,
Banda Bassotti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nirvana,
The Sound,
Ituana,
Easy Going,
Crime,
Country Teasers,
Scion,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.