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 Greece and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Zeros to the electroclash 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dirtbombs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Piero Umiliani,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sister Nancy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anakelly,
Wings,
Sex Pistols,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ohio Players,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Animal Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
the Association,
Can,
cv313,
Grauzone,
Trumans Water,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fat Boys,
Morten Harket,
Anthony Braxton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Dolphy,
The J.B.'s,
The Wake,
R.M.O.,
Ituana,
The Searchers,
Quando Quango,
JFA,
48th St. Collective,
Henry Cow,
Davy DMX,
John Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heaven 17,
The Mojo Men,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hardrive,
Aloha Tigers,
Boz Scaggs,
Graham Central Station,
Depeche Mode,
Scientists,
Cluster,
Brick,
Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Jimmy McGriff,
H. Thieme,
Jawbox,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.