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 Liberia and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Misunderstood to the rap 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Tremeloes,
Scrapy,
Niagra,
Unrelated Segments,
Q and Not U,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kas Product,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minutemen,
Al Stewart,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Young Marble Giants,
the Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hashim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dennis Brown,
Scan 7,
Panda Bear,
The Smoke,
ABBA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skaos,
Main Source,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pet Shop Boys,
Second Layer,
Laurel Aitken,
Brothers Johnson,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pop Group,
X-Ray Spex,
Gong,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Hill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Cheater Slicks,
PIL,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crime,
The Five Americans,
The Cramps,
Davy DMX,
The Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Zeros,
The Leaves,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.