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 Mauritius and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the punk 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry's Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joy Division,
Niagra,
The Happenings,
Audionom,
The Victims,
Slave,
New Age Steppers,
ABC,
Lungfish,
Bill Near,
Joensuu 1685,
Don Cherry,
Ronan,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker,
X-Ray Spex,
Newcleus,
Vainqueur,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fuzztones,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
June Days,
Das Ding,
Suicide,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Howard Jones,
Simply Red,
Buzzcocks,
Nico,
Trumans Water,
Todd Terry,
The Smoke,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Order,
Kas Product,
Country Teasers,
Second Layer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minutemen,
Iggy Pop,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Index,
The American Breed,
Matthew Bourne,
Fluxion,
Roger Hodgson,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amazonics,
Fatback Band,
Funky Four + One,
JFA,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.