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 Dominican Republic and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
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 güiro 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 K-Klass to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Halsall,
The Last Poets,
Lower 48,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nik Kershaw,
Funky Four + One,
Yazoo,
Harry Pussy,
Monks,
The Gories,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eden Ahbez,
Unrelated Segments,
Kas Product,
Black Bananas,
cv313,
Albert Ayler,
Q and Not U,
Crime,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare,
Hashim,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mummies,
CMW,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Half Japanese,
Lightning Bolt,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eurythmics,
Bush Tetras,
Sight & Sound,
Lakeside,
Minny Pops,
Kayak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Intrusion,
Icehouse,
The Neon Judgement,
Fear,
Moebius,
Soulsonic Force,
China Crisis,
David Axelrod,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Associates,
Jeff Mills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Martian,
the Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Index,
Howard Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Second Layer,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.