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 Algeria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grime 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Depeche Mode,
cv313,
Soul Sonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Inner City,
Das Ding,
The Mummies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Real Kids,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Supertramp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Simply Red,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed,
Juan Atkins,
Desert Stars,
New York Dolls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lyres,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Man Eating Sloth,
Clear Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pylon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Black Dice,
D'Angelo,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dirtbombs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sex Pistols,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Style,
Subhumans,
Moss Icon,
Cecil Taylor,
Marine Girls,
Schoolly D,
Scion,
The Slits,
Howard Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.