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 Togo and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Mark Hollis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Wolf Eyes,
Tubeway Army,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sight & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Sheep,
The Last Poets,
Brand Nubian,
Tears for Fears,
The Cowsills,
The Divine Comedy,
Bob Dylan,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pretty Things,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boredoms,
The Music Machine,
Henry Cow,
MDC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Joe Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick Morgan,
Royal Trux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cymande,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Prince Buster,
Danielle Patucci,
Hardrive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Laurel Aitken,
New Order,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Los Fastidios,
Minutemen,
Massinfluence,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Index,
Dennis Brown,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Anthony Braxton,
Talk Talk,
Amazonics,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.