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 Switzerland and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 The Motions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Sight & Sound,
Lalann,
Con Funk Shun,
Kenny Larkin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Depeche Mode,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erasure,
MDC,
The Toasters,
Max Romeo,
The Smiths,
Brand Nubian,
Q and Not U,
June of 44,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skarface,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thompson Twins,
Sugar Minott,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Michelle Simonal,
The Tremeloes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Niagra,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Count Five,
Mr. Review,
Ohio Players,
Oneida,
Fad Gadget,
Tim Buckley,
Section 25,
Idris Muhammad,
Television,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television Personalities,
Motorama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Wire,
Mission of Burma,
Pussy Galore,
The Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
China Crisis,
Fatback Band,
Main Source,
LL Cool J,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q65,
Anakelly,
Au Pairs,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.