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 Belarus and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Thompson Twins to the grunge 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mojo Men,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Green,
Peter and Kerry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Steve Hackett,
The Tremeloes,
Gichy Dan,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Sarah Menescal,
Mission of Burma,
Severed Heads,
Leonard Cohen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Invisible,
The Knickerbockers,
Junior Murvin,
The Young Rascals,
The Walker Brothers,
Lungfish,
Cybotron,
Joensuu 1685,
John Foxx,
Ronan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quadrant,
Roxy Music,
Man Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Evens,
Tubeway Army,
The Cramps,
Bobby Byrd,
Arcadia,
OOIOO,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jawbox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Smog,
Youth Brigade,
Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Wire,
Bill Wells,
Godley & Creme,
La Düsseldorf,
The Remains,
Liliput,
Vladislav Delay,
Ponytail,
Alison Limerick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Massinfluence,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.