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 Ivory Coast and from New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Groovy Waters,
Rotary Connection,
Jawbox,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Clarke,
Sugar Minott,
Brothers Johnson,
Scan 7,
Davy DMX,
Metal Thangz,
Erasure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sex Pistols,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Terry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Graham Central Station,
Au Pairs,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unwound,
The Fuzztones,
Tres Demented,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Halsall,
Dead Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Techniques,
the Slits,
John Foxx,
UT,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Evens,
Neil Young,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Style,
John Lydon,
Warsaw,
Lakeside,
Roxette,
Spoonie Gee,
Arab on Radar,
Mandrill,
Anakelly,
Yusef Lateef,
Hot Snakes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terry Callier,
Suburban Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bluetip,
Agitation Free,
The Dirtbombs,
Donald Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.