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 Namibia and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Peter & Gordon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Hill,
The Doors,
Sister Nancy,
The Victims,
June Days,
Ronnie Foster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Scratch Acid,
Jeru the Damaja,
B.T. Express,
Fluxion,
Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
Organ,
Max Romeo,
Scan 7,
Swell Maps,
The Moody Blues,
Monks,
Faust,
Derrick May,
Johnny Clarke,
Rotary Connection,
John Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Guru Guru,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Toni Rubio,
Thee Headcoats,
Pere Ubu,
Brick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gabor Szabo,
Loose Ends,
Pole,
Tom Boy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Connie Case,
This Heat,
Das Ding,
Trumans Water,
The Litter,
Marmalade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fatback Band,
the Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Sparks,
D'Angelo,
E-Dancer,
Bluetip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Byrd,
Ludus,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.