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 Slovenia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blossom Toes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Prince Buster,
X-Ray Spex,
Stiv Bators,
Dead Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Nirvana,
Roxy Music,
Scan 7,
Altered Images,
Crash Course in Science,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eddi Front,
Khruangbin,
Animal Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Rakim,
The Residents,
a-ha,
Gang Gang Dance,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flipper,
Parry Music,
L. Decosne,
Funkadelic,
Hasil Adkins,
The Barracudas,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blackbyrds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ludus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Christie,
Magazine,
Reagan Youth,
Duran Duran,
Yazoo,
Laurel Aitken,
K-Klass,
The Cure,
The Mummies,
Negative Approach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nik Kershaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mr. Review,
Chrome,
David Bowie,
Leonard Cohen,
Underground Resistance,
Young Marble Giants,
Don Cherry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masters at Work,
Index,
Oblivians,
The Modern Lovers,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.