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 Croatia and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suburban Knight,
Deadbeat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Terry,
ABC,
Carl Craig,
Blancmange,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unwound,
Steve Hackett,
Cybotron,
Babytalk,
Das Ding,
The Cure,
DNA,
Spandau Ballet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantaleimon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Moon,
Black Pus,
Essential Logic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kurtis Blow,
Vainqueur,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Lydon,
Public Enemy,
Crash Course in Science,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Starr,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Subhumans,
The Residents,
Jacques Brel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Dolphy,
Absolute Body Control,
Patti Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gories,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Near,
The Smiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Al Stewart,
Rufus Thomas,
Ice-T,
Cecil Taylor,
OOIOO,
MC5,
the Germs,
FM Einheit,
Mantronix,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.