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 Moldova and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Yaz to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacob Miller,
Fat Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris Corsano,
Sound Behaviour,
Arcadia,
The Martian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
EPMD,
Sun Ra,
Eli Mardock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zero Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
The Move,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brick,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Toasters,
The Fire Engines,
CMW,
Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
Ten City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter & Gordon,
Charles Mingus,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerrie Biddell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Near,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
One Last Wish,
Severed Heads,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cowsills,
Q and Not U,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oneida,
The Names,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Terry,
The Young Rascals,
Wire,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.