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 Australia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Urselle to the jazz 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Music Machine,
Black Flag,
the Normal,
Pantytec,
Mr. Review,
The Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The United States of America,
Neu!,
Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
Kerri Chandler,
Blake Baxter,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Lydon,
Kayak,
Animal Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Stooges,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Supertramp,
Sarah Menescal,
Los Fastidios,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharoah Sanders,
Main Source,
The Victims,
Sparks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacob Miller,
The Associates,
The Tremeloes,
The Litter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Livin' Joy,
Little Man,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Red Krayola,
Nas,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Black Dice,
The Doobie Brothers,
AZ,
U.S. Maple,
Quantec,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Terry,
The Walker Brothers,
ABC,
Dark Day,
David Axelrod,
Half Japanese,
Von Mondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sight & Sound,
Adolescents,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.