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 Bahamas and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nick Fraelich to the electroclash 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
10cc,
Robert Hood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anakelly,
Adolescents,
Mars,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Icehouse,
The Smiths,
Mo-Dettes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Newcleus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lungfish,
The Move,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gichy Dan,
Moby Grape,
John Foxx,
Roger Hodgson,
Tim Buckley,
The Evens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Black Flag,
Marshall Jefferson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donny Hathaway,
The Modern Lovers,
Tears for Fears,
Yellowson,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Style,
Sister Nancy,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare,
Rites of Spring,
Idris Muhammad,
The Leaves,
Glenn Branca,
Sun City Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vladislav Delay,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Martian,
Brass Construction,
Skaos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mr. Review,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.