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 Kiribati and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Faraquet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Grauzone,
X-101,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Groovy Waters,
Bluetip,
Main Source,
Bronski Beat,
Sandy B,
David Axelrod,
Marc Almond,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stereo Dub,
Mad Mike,
Camberwell Now,
Gang of Four,
Charles Mingus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Saccharine Trust,
Marvin Gaye,
Sixth Finger,
Royal Trux,
Fad Gadget,
Shoche,
New York Dolls,
Black Flag,
Japan,
Ice-T,
Icehouse,
Das Ding,
Wolf Eyes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerri Chandler,
Lyres,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Enemy,
Morten Harket,
Alphaville,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young,
Arthur Verocai,
The Music Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Max Romeo,
Angry Samoans,
The Happenings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Qualms,
DJ Style,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moleskins,
Scion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erykah Badu,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.