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 Australia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 the Crocodile.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Brick,
T. Rex,
The Dirtbombs,
UT,
Scratch Acid,
Accadde A,
Eve St. Jones,
The Raincoats,
Arcadia,
Young Marble Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shoche,
Delta 5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warsaw,
Jacques Brel,
Dual Sessions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Associates,
D'Angelo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unrelated Segments,
Colin Newman,
Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
Reuben Wilson,
Banda Bassotti,
Rotary Connection,
MDC,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Names,
Piero Umiliani,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Victims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Almond,
Godley & Creme,
Model 500,
Eric Dolphy,
Magazine,
Yusef Lateef,
Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Rekid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Invisible,
Marvin Gaye,
Zapp,
Monks,
The Happenings,
The Real Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.