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 Moldova and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 Second Layer to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Supertramp,
The Slackers,
The Vogues,
Graham Central Station,
the Association,
kango's stein massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül,
Malaria!,
The Blues Magoos,
FM Einheit,
Ludus,
Magma,
Circle Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maleditus Sound,
Newcleus,
Rufus Thomas,
Schoolly D,
The Angels of Light,
Aswad,
The Mojo Men,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mr. Review,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mantronix,
The Gories,
T.S.O.L.,
Shuggie Otis,
Ponytail,
Crash Course in Science,
Brothers Johnson,
Quadrant,
The Neon Judgement,
Zapp,
Gabor Szabo,
Anthony Braxton,
Harmonia,
Minnie Riperton,
Prince Buster,
Vladislav Delay,
Stereo Dub,
Bauhaus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sex Pistols,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacques Brel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Basic Channel,
Skriet,
Radiohead,
The Happenings,
Joe Finger,
Tubeway Army,
Toni Rubio,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.