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 Panama and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Pantaleimon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fuzztones,
Connie Case,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mad Mike,
Nas,
Drexciya,
Pulsallama,
Joensuu 1685,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angry Samoans,
The Dave Clark Five,
China Crisis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dorothy Ashby,
Los Fastidios,
June of 44,
John Lydon,
Panda Bear,
Chris Corsano,
David Axelrod,
Minnie Riperton,
Echospace,
Pagans,
Faraquet,
La Düsseldorf,
cv313,
Khruangbin,
Jacques Brel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MDC,
Boredoms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heaven 17,
Goldenarms,
The Music Machine,
Organ,
Marc Almond,
Neu!,
Interpol,
Tears for Fears,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeru the Damaja,
K-Klass,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Names,
Pussy Galore,
Alton Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Happenings,
Von Mondo,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Royal Trux,
The Mojo Men,
The Dead C,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.