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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Neil Young to the disco 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Magazine,
Moby Grape,
Von Mondo,
Roxette,
Loose Ends,
Little Man,
Yellowson,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Wyatt,
The Names,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Slick Rick,
The Divine Comedy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Colin Newman,
The Neon Judgement,
Iggy Pop,
JFA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Smog,
AZ,
June of 44,
Scan 7,
Bush Tetras,
kango's stein massive,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liliput,
Isaac Hayes,
Monks,
F. McDonald,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camouflage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brothers Johnson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Angels of Light,
John Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New York Dolls,
Stiv Bators,
Michelle Simonal,
ABBA,
The Residents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
The Grass Roots,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.