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 Barbados and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 The Happenings to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantaleimon,
The Cowsills,
The Zeros,
Clear Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Terry,
Desert Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Buzzcocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tommy Roe,
Ohio Players,
Marc Almond,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Whodini,
Robert Görl,
Black Flag,
Barry Ungar,
Agitation Free,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fugazi,
Marine Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
K-Klass,
Alphaville,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Dolphy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Max Romeo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skriet,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker,
Basic Channel,
The Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Graham Central Station,
kango's stein massive,
The New Christs,
Q65,
Tomorrow,
New Order,
John Foxx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monolake,
the Normal,
The Music Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ralphi Rosario,
Infiniti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare,
Symarip,
The Gladiators,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang of Four,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.