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 Mali and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the jazz 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Agitation Free,
Derrick May,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABBA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dirtbombs,
Flash Fearless,
The Associates,
Minnie Riperton,
Prince Buster,
Television Personalities,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Janne Schatter,
Blossom Toes,
The Smoke,
The Residents,
The Zeros,
Jacques Brel,
the Fania All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fugs,
Audionom,
Cybotron,
The Red Krayola,
The Selecter,
Archie Shepp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Banda Bassotti,
The Martian,
The Gories,
Sight & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Albert Ayler,
Eve St. Jones,
Von Mondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Hood,
Yazoo,
Danielle Patucci,
Donald Byrd,
F. McDonald,
The Wake,
the Germs,
Eden Ahbez,
Gabor Szabo,
Brass Construction,
K-Klass,
Organ,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.