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 Sudan and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Gories,
Pantaleimon,
Nas,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mojo Men,
The Selecter,
Massinfluence,
Yellowson,
The Real Kids,
Sister Nancy,
The Slackers,
Delta 5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warsaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blues Magoos,
Tubeway Army,
Godley & Creme,
Marvin Gaye,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Section 25,
Jawbox,
Groovy Waters,
Q65,
Fugazi,
Royal Trux,
T. Rex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jandek,
Gichy Dan,
John Holt,
The Cure,
Ornette Coleman,
Yazoo,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The United States of America,
Bauhaus,
FM Einheit,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unwound,
Ossler,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fluxion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lightning Bolt,
Thompson Twins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Searchers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Laurel Aitken,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Music Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.