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 Brazil and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Kenny Larkin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Danielle Patucci,
the Bar-Kays,
Outsiders,
Quantec,
Blancmange,
Grey Daturas,
Public Enemy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Halsall,
Stereo Dub,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
Skriet,
Morten Harket,
Swans,
Excepter,
Sarah Menescal,
Lungfish,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fugs,
Trumans Water,
Bad Manners,
Funkadelic,
Magazine,
Adolescents,
Babytalk,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Ossler,
Flipper,
Swell Maps,
Ponytail,
The Saints,
Howard Jones,
Ludus,
The Litter,
Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
The Zeros,
Flash Fearless,
Donald Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Angels of Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Loose Ends,
Yellowson,
Scion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bauhaus,
Oneida,
Angry Samoans,
Kas Product,
10cc,
AZ,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.