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 Ghana and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the disco 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed,
Panda Bear,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Fat Boys,
Flash Fearless,
UT,
Mantronix,
Bobby Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
Can,
Roxette,
Country Teasers,
Anthony Braxton,
New Age Steppers,
Stetsasonic,
The Kinks,
Bob Dylan,
Fear,
The Gladiators,
Pylon,
Slick Rick,
Scratch Acid,
Don Cherry,
The Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Aloha Tigers,
Godley & Creme,
Fugazi,
Kayak,
Joe Finger,
Sister Nancy,
H. Thieme,
DNA,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Beau Brummels,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
LL Cool J,
Q and Not U,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric B and Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dual Sessions,
Rotary Connection,
Hoover,
Nirvana,
Faraquet,
Aural Exciters,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.