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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Blake Baxter to the electroclash 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
Basic Channel,
Skarface,
La Düsseldorf,
Max Romeo,
Mission of Burma,
Amazonics,
Average White Band,
The Count Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Drexciya,
Das Ding,
The Kinks,
Moebius,
The Star Department,
U.S. Maple,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Seeds,
the Slits,
Franke,
Byron Stingily,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rapeman,
Fear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Animal Collective,
The Five Americans,
The Searchers,
Jeff Mills,
Roger Hodgson,
Negative Approach,
Parry Music,
Audionom,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mantronix,
the Association,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Dual Sessions,
Bush Tetras,
CMW,
Unwound,
Tommy Roe,
The Raincoats,
Ossler,
Mr. Review,
Buzzcocks,
Cameo,
The Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
PIL,
Gang Starr,
MDC,
Lakeside,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.