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 Chile and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Happenings to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Bill Near,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Axelrod,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visage,
The Knickerbockers,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fall,
Erasure,
David McCallum,
Little Man,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Newcleus,
The Seeds,
Derrick May,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacob Miller,
The Searchers,
John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Moss Icon,
Dawn Penn,
Pantytec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
ABBA,
Michelle Simonal,
The Buckinghams,
Pere Ubu,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Surgeon,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantaleimon,
Scientists,
The Dead C,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harry Pussy,
Cymande,
The Martian,
Letta Mbulu,
Thompson Twins,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joy Division,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minutemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry's Kids,
Animal Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.