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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Lightning Bolt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Khruangbin,
Deadbeat,
Roger Hodgson,
Rekid,
The Invisible,
The Leaves,
Dark Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boredoms,
Bang On A Can,
The Real Kids,
Bluetip,
Lyres,
Black Pus,
X-102,
Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Scratch Acid,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers,
Sugar Minott,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moebius,
Cheater Slicks,
Joy Division,
Pere Ubu,
Judy Mowatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ohio Players,
Magma,
Symarip,
Magazine,
The Cramps,
The Seeds,
David Bowie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
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Albert Ayler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unrelated Segments,
Mr. Review,
The Associates,
Charles Mingus,
Davy DMX,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Byrd,
Outsiders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Machine,
Funkadelic,
Interpol,
Sexual Harrassment,
Supertramp,
Mantronix,
The Misunderstood,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.