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 Belgium and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
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 organ 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 Kool Moe Dee to the crunk 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
The Black Dice,
Barrington Levy,
Animal Collective,
Rod Modell,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masters at Work,
The Gun Club,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maurizio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
FM Einheit,
Charles Mingus,
Ornette Coleman,
Heaven 17,
Bronski Beat,
Hoover,
Mission of Burma,
The Birthday Party,
Niagra,
The Real Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantaleimon,
Rufus Thomas,
Alphaville,
Danielle Patucci,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Wells,
Sugar Minott,
Stiv Bators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy Collins,
Yaz,
Chrome,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dennis Brown,
Inner City,
Lou Reed,
K-Klass,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Tremeloes,
Nico,
Japan,
Brand Nubian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Audionom,
Khruangbin,
Tubeway Army,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Boz Scaggs,
Althea and Donna,
Wolf Eyes,
Little Man,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.