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 Tuvalu and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Jawbox to the rock 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective 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?
Reuben Wilson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Graham Central Station,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Von Mondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Swell Maps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Human League,
Black Flag,
Mantronix,
Thompson Twins,
Scan 7,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Style,
The Five Americans,
Surgeon,
The Moleskins,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Toni Rubio,
Donny Hathaway,
MC5,
Audionom,
Bluetip,
June of 44,
Minor Threat,
Funky Four + One,
In Retrospect,
The Sound,
Bobby Womack,
U.S. Maple,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Beau Brummels,
T. Rex,
ABC,
Blake Baxter,
Bauhaus,
X-Ray Spex,
The J.B.'s,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül II,
Lightning Bolt,
Icehouse,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed,
Jacob Miller,
Supertramp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lucky Dragons,
10cc,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Teasers,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.