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 the UAE and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Bad Manners,
The Mojo Men,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faust,
Blossom Toes,
Yazoo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sight & Sound,
Colin Newman,
Eddi Front,
The Monochrome Set,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pulsallama,
Rapeman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Surgeon,
Kurtis Blow,
John Cale,
The Martian,
F. McDonald,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra,
David Axelrod,
Swans,
Duran Duran,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gap Band,
The Index,
Nas,
JFA,
Soulsonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Boz Scaggs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Iggy Pop,
Motorama,
Chris & Cosey,
E-Dancer,
Urselle,
Sixth Finger,
Ohio Players,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Schoolly D,
The Angels of Light,
Althea and Donna,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marine Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultravox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rosa Yemen,
Tubeway Army,
Nico,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.