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 Nepal and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the punk 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Chris Corsano,
B.T. Express,
Qualms,
10cc,
LL Cool J,
Cybotron,
New Age Steppers,
Yazoo,
The Fugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Terry,
Intrusion,
Rekid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantaleimon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Newcleus,
Maleditus Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick May,
Accadde A,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker,
Urselle,
The Real Kids,
The Kinks,
Y Pants,
Marine Girls,
Motorama,
Sandy B,
Wally Richardson,
Sparks,
Underground Resistance,
The Remains,
Eric Dolphy,
Stereo Dub,
Tom Boy,
48th St. Collective,
Nils Olav,
The Litter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
KRS-One,
Jandek,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sarah Menescal,
Neu!,
Minor Threat,
Bill Wells,
John Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun City Girls,
Mad Mike,
Smog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.