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 Nigeria and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Tropical Tobacco to the dance 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Tremeloes,
Arthur Verocai,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
OOIOO,
The Names,
the Normal,
Sandy B,
The Leaves,
Ituana,
The Vogues,
Audionom,
Unwound,
Deadbeat,
The Techniques,
Smog,
Todd Terry,
The Raincoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sugar Minott,
The Birthday Party,
La Düsseldorf,
Nils Olav,
Pantytec,
The Stooges,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
MDC,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fugs,
Ossler,
Scion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Graham Central Station,
Yaz,
Guru Guru,
Liliput,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joensuu 1685,
kango's stein massive,
Symarip,
Prince Buster,
Bob Dylan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joyce Sims,
Lindisfarne,
Maleditus Sound,
Cluster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cal Tjader,
Pulsallama,
Chris Corsano,
Lungfish,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash,
Byron Stingily,
Theoretical Girls,
L. Decosne,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.