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 Thailand and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grunge 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fugs,
Max Romeo,
The Durutti Column,
The Toasters,
Fluxion,
The Star Department,
New York Dolls,
ABC,
The Leaves,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Janne Schatter,
The Slits,
The Pop Group,
Pulsallama,
Laurel Aitken,
The Birthday Party,
Colin Newman,
Young Marble Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Niagra,
Crooked Eye,
Section 25,
Quadrant,
Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
The Victims,
Scion,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Techniques,
Michelle Simonal,
Arcadia,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Starr,
The Music Machine,
Bill Near,
Vainqueur,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Skatalites,
Soft Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tom Boy,
Minutemen,
Kayak,
Subhumans,
Ice-T,
Sparks,
Mandrill,
Dual Sessions,
Brick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minor Threat,
DJ Sneak,
X-Ray Spex,
Moby Grape,
Buzzcocks,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.