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 Sri Lanka and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gang of Four to the jazz 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalann,
Tears for Fears,
The Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Prince Buster,
The Vogues,
Audionom,
Matthew Bourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Symarip,
Fugazi,
The Blues Magoos,
Nas,
The Grass Roots,
Country Teasers,
Mad Mike,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Motorama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Red Krayola,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tom Boy,
Eden Ahbez,
Deepchord,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lindisfarne,
Hardrive,
The Wake,
Cecil Taylor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zapp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Easy Going,
Hoover,
Ituana,
Scientists,
Henry Cow,
The Music Machine,
Technova,
Ultravox,
The Motions,
Main Source,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Last Poets,
Kaleidoscope,
The Knickerbockers,
Don Cherry,
The Beau Brummels,
the Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
The Doors,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
LL Cool J,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.