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 Vanuatu and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Wolf Eyes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television Personalities,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Hood,
Amazonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
U.S. Maple,
Warsaw,
In Retrospect,
Minutemen,
Josef K,
Joey Negro,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Flag,
Zero Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Style,
Barry Ungar,
Massinfluence,
Scan 7,
The Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Suicide,
MDC,
Blake Baxter,
Lightning Bolt,
Brothers Johnson,
Blossom Toes,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Trojans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slick Rick,
Sam Rivers,
Lungfish,
Main Source,
The Offenders,
Ultra Naté,
Joensuu 1685,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Mills,
Jeff Lynne,
John Holt,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wasted Youth,
The Mojo Men,
The Evens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Infiniti,
The Kinks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Popol Vuh,
Japan,
Black Sheep,
Dual Sessions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.