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 Nicaragua and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Whodini to the grunge 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
John Lydon,
The Gap Band,
The Vogues,
H. Thieme,
AZ,
The Techniques,
Reuben Wilson,
Charles Mingus,
Suicide,
the Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Invisible,
JFA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
Clear Light,
The Offenders,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Searchers,
The Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
kango's stein massive,
Stetsasonic,
Prince Buster,
Vainqueur,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dawn Penn,
Moss Icon,
Mandrill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rufus Thomas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Görl,
Yellowson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fluxion,
Swell Maps,
Theoretical Girls,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun City Girls,
This Heat,
Oblivians,
Cymande,
The Cowsills,
Tres Demented,
Yusef Lateef,
The Raincoats,
Agitation Free,
Popol Vuh,
Archie Shepp,
The Blues Magoos,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.