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 Germany and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Sällskapet to the crunk 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tropical Tobacco,
Schoolly D,
Scrapy,
kango's stein massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultravox,
Tim Buckley,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers,
One Last Wish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
R.M.O.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anakelly,
Second Layer,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Techniques,
The Toasters,
Ituana,
Eric Dolphy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Beau Brummels,
Motorama,
Kaleidoscope,
the Germs,
The Stooges,
Curtis Mayfield,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gories,
Silicon Teens,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Evens,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry's Kids,
Ten City,
DJ Style,
Roxy Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy Collins,
New Age Steppers,
The Move,
Alton Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.