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 Romania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Curtis Mayfield to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Altered Images,
David Bowie,
Au Pairs,
Archie Shepp,
Sarah Menescal,
Q65,
Jeff Mills,
Tubeway Army,
Bluetip,
The Saints,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sound,
Bill Wells,
DJ Sneak,
Albert Ayler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dennis Brown,
Slave,
Von Mondo,
Joe Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
Cybotron,
Thompson Twins,
Scientists,
Sugar Minott,
Deepchord,
Gang Starr,
Schoolly D,
Terry Callier,
Inner City,
Mark Hollis,
Quantec,
Gang Green,
Rites of Spring,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
cv313,
Alton Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gap Band,
Duran Duran,
Funkadelic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultra Naté,
Marmalade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris Corsano,
Minor Threat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Massinfluence,
Zapp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
10cc,
PIL,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.