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 Vietnam and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Sonic Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zero Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Khruangbin,
Tom Boy,
AZ,
Inner City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cluster,
Peter & Gordon,
Laurel Aitken,
Sixth Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Make Up,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Iggy Pop,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cure,
Rites of Spring,
Cheater Slicks,
The Kinks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Model 500,
The Skatalites,
The Tremeloes,
Brass Construction,
Cybotron,
Tim Buckley,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
The Gories,
Lindisfarne,
Dead Boys,
The Cramps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Rundgren,
Rotary Connection,
The Human League,
Neil Young,
LL Cool J,
Unwound,
The Litter,
E-Dancer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
D'Angelo,
Donny Hathaway,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masters at Work,
In Retrospect,
the Germs,
Fat Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
June of 44,
The Slackers,
Magma,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.