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 Belarus and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the disco 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Faraquet,
Sun City Girls,
Wings,
F. McDonald,
Deadbeat,
The Pretty Things,
Ossler,
Erykah Badu,
Camouflage,
Alison Limerick,
New Age Steppers,
Thee Headcoats,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Bourne,
Maurizio,
Albert Ayler,
Metal Thangz,
Graham Central Station,
10cc,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-102,
The Leaves,
The Saints,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June of 44,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
JFA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Youth Brigade,
Quantec,
Newcleus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Banda Bassotti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ituana,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angry Samoans,
Rotary Connection,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magma,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Almond,
Chris & Cosey,
Amazonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Scratch Acid,
The Birthday Party,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donny Hathaway,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.