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 Ivory Coast and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Bush Tetras 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Main Source,
Deakin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Mills,
The Cure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scan 7,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Durutti Column,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare,
Rakim,
Black Moon,
Matthew Halsall,
UT,
Sonic Youth,
Yazoo,
LL Cool J,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Invisible,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Bourne,
Iggy Pop,
Davy DMX,
Silicon Teens,
the Human League,
Ultravox,
L. Decosne,
June of 44,
Pylon,
E-Dancer,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swans,
Basic Channel,
Ronan,
Sarah Menescal,
Dark Day,
Sam Rivers,
The Fugs,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lakeside,
The Golliwogs,
Isaac Hayes,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick May,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Shuggie Otis,
Agent Orange,
Marine Girls,
The Human League,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.