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 Lithuania and from New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Thompson Twins to the dance 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Lucky Dragons,
The Walker Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Busters,
Barry Ungar,
Sight & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Chris Corsano,
Schoolly D,
The Remains,
Angry Samoans,
Leonard Cohen,
Oneida,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
Unwound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang On A Can,
Sparks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nils Olav,
Radio Birdman,
ABBA,
The Trojans,
Sixth Finger,
The Motions,
E-Dancer,
Charles Mingus,
Joey Negro,
Sister Nancy,
Fluxion,
Crispian St. Peters,
a-ha,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Y Pants,
Cheater Slicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Das Ding,
Andrew Hill,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Starr,
Cameo,
The Fuzztones,
The Smiths,
UT,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blackbyrds,
The Divine Comedy,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.