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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Index to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Rotary Connection,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Teasers,
The Black Dice,
Sam Rivers,
Jacob Miller,
the Germs,
The Human League,
Altered Images,
Deepchord,
The Cramps,
Terry Callier,
Ice-T,
Colin Newman,
Hashim,
Swell Maps,
The Residents,
H. Thieme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
China Crisis,
kango's stein massive,
Liliput,
the Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Flipper,
Rod Modell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soulsonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Smog,
Los Fastidios,
The Pop Group,
Clear Light,
Pere Ubu,
Section 25,
Animal Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Audionom,
Alton Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
the Normal,
Simply Red,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Y Pants,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joyce Sims,
Radio Birdman,
Black Moon,
Radiohead,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.