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 Slovakia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Joey Negro to the crunk 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Q65,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Michelle Simonal,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Dolphy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monochrome Set,
Soulsonic Force,
World's Most,
Connie Case,
Flipper,
Con Funk Shun,
Eve St. Jones,
Marine Girls,
The Count Five,
Harmonia,
Mary Jane Girls,
China Crisis,
The Blues Magoos,
The Black Dice,
The Offenders,
Kas Product,
Fugazi,
Fad Gadget,
Babytalk,
Brothers Johnson,
Funky Four + One,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Neon Judgement,
Maurizio,
Bang On A Can,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shuggie Otis,
Blossom Toes,
Brand Nubian,
Lungfish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Royal Trux,
Young Marble Giants,
Terry Callier,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pole,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul II Soul,
Ronan,
Franke,
The Buckinghams,
Ornette Coleman,
E-Dancer,
Peter & Gordon,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.