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 Ukraine and from Sao Paulo.
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 Manila and Jakarta.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Leaves to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick May,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Near,
Mars,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris Corsano,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kayak,
The Moleskins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
The New Christs,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul II Soul,
Q65,
Unwound,
World's Most,
Todd Rundgren,
Schoolly D,
The Fall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Wells,
Gang Starr,
The Doors,
Fela Kuti,
Ituana,
Kevin Saunderson,
Adolescents,
Sonny Sharrock,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare,
Moebius,
Nick Fraelich,
The Five Americans,
Quantec,
Vainqueur,
Todd Terry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dawn Penn,
Monolake,
Nirvana,
Yaz,
Arcadia,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Count Five,
The Happenings,
Blake Baxter,
Guru Guru,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Bizarre Inc.,
B.T. Express,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Young Marble Giants,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.