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 Bahrain and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Scott Walker 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Girls At Our Best!,
Los Fastidios,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deepchord,
Tom Boy,
Pagans,
Scion,
MDC,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shuggie Otis,
Magazine,
Sarah Menescal,
Motorama,
Hardrive,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fugs,
Janne Schatter,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Susan Cadogan,
The Barracudas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blancmange,
Jawbox,
Kerri Chandler,
The Invisible,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Angels of Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Goldenarms,
Anakelly,
DJ Sneak,
Unwound,
In Retrospect,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radio Birdman,
Kas Product,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Sonic Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minny Pops,
These Immortal Souls,
Eurythmics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lungfish,
Amazonics,
Icehouse,
Fluxion,
Grauzone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.