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 Eritrea and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Althea and Donna 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slackers,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Buzzcocks,
The Stooges,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Theoretical Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ken Boothe,
Model 500,
Pylon,
Don Cherry,
The Birthday Party,
A Certain Ratio,
The Wake,
FM Einheit,
Bad Manners,
Colin Newman,
Ossler,
Ronan,
Eddi Front,
Black Bananas,
Bang On A Can,
Trumans Water,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Copeland,
Loose Ends,
Pussy Galore,
Livin' Joy,
Funky Four + One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Organ,
Whodini,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül II,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donald Byrd,
Marmalade,
The Motions,
Lungfish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Sherman,
Neu!,
Television,
Metal Thangz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Wells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Schoolly D,
Idris Muhammad,
Popol Vuh,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.