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 Mali 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Barclay James Harvest to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oblivians,
Terry Callier,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantytec,
Robert Görl,
Danielle Patucci,
Charles Mingus,
Yellowson,
Depeche Mode,
Mantronix,
Theoretical Girls,
Pere Ubu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cheater Slicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zero Boys,
The Motions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Livin' Joy,
Skriet,
Radio Birdman,
Yaz,
Tres Demented,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Germs,
The Dirtbombs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABC,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Wells,
The Victims,
Brick,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
Neu!,
EPMD,
Blancmange,
Susan Cadogan,
the Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
T. Rex,
Sister Nancy,
Duran Duran,
Maurizio,
June Days,
The Cowsills,
Trumans Water,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.