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 Antigua and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Index to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Gabor Szabo,
Animal Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ponytail,
Lou Christie,
The Tremeloes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Five Americans,
The Fortunes,
The Mummies,
Swell Maps,
Sixth Finger,
Mad Mike,
Harry Pussy,
Anakelly,
Spoonie Gee,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Mills,
The Standells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pop Group,
Joy Division,
Q65,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minutemen,
Pere Ubu,
The Modern Lovers,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agitation Free,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aloha Tigers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sam Rivers,
New York Dolls,
Rekid,
Alison Limerick,
Von Mondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
KRS-One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Bowie,
Alice Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Nas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ken Boothe,
Aaron Thompson,
The Stooges,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smoke,
Country Teasers,
The Pretty Things,
Parry Music,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.