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 Bangladesh and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Scientists to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Half Japanese,
kango's stein massive,
Masters at Work,
The Kinks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Style,
Saccharine Trust,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultravox,
In Retrospect,
The Zeros,
Boz Scaggs,
Khruangbin,
Surgeon,
Chris Corsano,
Eden Ahbez,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swell Maps,
The Modern Lovers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Q and Not U,
New York Dolls,
Peter & Gordon,
Jandek,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Index,
Quando Quango,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ten City,
Black Flag,
Brand Nubian,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül II,
Animal Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scrapy,
Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Das Ding,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Livin' Joy,
the Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker,
Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Deadbeat,
Los Fastidios,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
Japan,
Au Pairs,
Grey Daturas,
Pierre Henry,
Barbara Tucker,
Mad Mike,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.