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 San Marino and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Rod Modell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Yazoo,
10cc,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yaz,
Gang Starr,
Bob Dylan,
Altered Images,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Association,
June of 44,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
L. Decosne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
The Martian,
Nils Olav,
The Cowsills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
Reuben Wilson,
Faraquet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ossler,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül,
Delta 5,
Fluxion,
Aaron Thompson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zapp,
Don Cherry,
U.S. Maple,
Thee Headcoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Circle Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Animal Collective,
Erasure,
Swell Maps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
F. McDonald,
The Slits,
The American Breed,
Donny Hathaway,
Supertramp,
Loose Ends,
The Durutti Column,
Inner City,
Agitation Free,
Juan Atkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Cymande,
Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.