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 Sudan and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the jazz 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Mandrill,
Bauhaus,
Babytalk,
Graham Central Station,
Metal Thangz,
Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boredoms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ossler,
The Five Americans,
The Monks,
Fat Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
Goldenarms,
New York Dolls,
Janne Schatter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hoover,
Deadbeat,
June of 44,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Yusef Lateef,
Magazine,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Human League,
Khruangbin,
Eve St. Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Nils Olav,
Marine Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Carl Craig,
Trumans Water,
Sarah Menescal,
Shoche,
Ohio Players,
Clear Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Symarip,
The Skatalites,
Minutemen,
Josef K,
The Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Residents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Enemy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.