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 Israel and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 cv313 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Glenn Branca,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slits,
Faraquet,
Rotary Connection,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Roxette,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Selecter,
Blancmange,
Rites of Spring,
Pere Ubu,
Oneida,
Reagan Youth,
Tom Boy,
The Knickerbockers,
Hashim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dawn Penn,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Offenders,
Drexciya,
Thompson Twins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonic Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Marcia Griffiths,
Panda Bear,
Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monks,
Derrick May,
Mad Mike,
Crash Course in Science,
Con Funk Shun,
Sunsets and Hearts,
L. Decosne,
Janne Schatter,
The Moody Blues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arcadia,
Bang On A Can,
Donald Byrd,
The New Christs,
Black Moon,
Cheater Slicks,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.