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 Latvia and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun Ra to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
the Association,
Bobby Sherman,
Newcleus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Music Machine,
Josef K,
PIL,
These Immortal Souls,
EPMD,
The J.B.'s,
Symarip,
The Birthday Party,
Dual Sessions,
The Angels of Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
Banda Bassotti,
Quantec,
Absolute Body Control,
Maurizio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moody Blues,
Glenn Branca,
The Selecter,
Surgeon,
The Dirtbombs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
La Düsseldorf,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yellowson,
Bronski Beat,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Style,
June of 44,
Country Teasers,
Moebius,
Jandek,
Thee Headcoats,
Faust,
Jacob Miller,
Nas,
The Pop Group,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Basic Channel,
Massinfluence,
Shuggie Otis,
Angry Samoans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
FM Einheit,
Au Pairs,
MDC,
The Trojans,
Average White Band,
Simply Red,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quadrant,
The Misunderstood,
Al Stewart,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.