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 Saudi Arabia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Nik Kershaw to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sixth Finger,
E-Dancer,
The Grass Roots,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
Panda Bear,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Remains,
This Heat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Section 25,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Urselle,
The Evens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Coltrane,
Scan 7,
Tom Boy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Black Dice,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slackers,
Lucky Dragons,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cecil Taylor,
Scion,
Harry Pussy,
Man Parrish,
The Star Department,
Lightning Bolt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jawbox,
Malaria!,
Flash Fearless,
The Birthday Party,
The Durutti Column,
Crime,
Letta Mbulu,
Scrapy,
Smog,
The Walker Brothers,
Mad Mike,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantaleimon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Juan Atkins,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.