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 Brunei and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Q65 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Piero Umiliani,
Guru Guru,
Jandek,
Aloha Tigers,
T. Rex,
Jacques Brel,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantytec,
Desert Stars,
Mr. Review,
Flipper,
Bill Wells,
Brothers Johnson,
Whodini,
David McCallum,
Bang On A Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Sheep,
Roxette,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Red Krayola,
Chris Corsano,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Metal Thangz,
Accadde A,
Scratch Acid,
Don Cherry,
Camouflage,
Heaven 17,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mantronix,
Lower 48,
Unwound,
Roxy Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick May,
Morten Harket,
The Gap Band,
Trumans Water,
Grey Daturas,
The Gun Club,
The Misunderstood,
The Kinks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Livin' Joy,
Second Layer,
The Smiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anthony Braxton,
Dennis Brown,
Masters at Work,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Anakelly,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.