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 Finland and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Mission of Burma to the disco 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed,
Hashim,
Wire,
One Last Wish,
Kurtis Blow,
Vainqueur,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Axelrod,
Skaos,
Jacques Brel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cybotron,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ralphi Rosario,
Procol Harum,
The Fall,
Cymande,
Roxy Music,
Charles Mingus,
Vladislav Delay,
Scientists,
Moss Icon,
Judy Mowatt,
The Searchers,
Agent Orange,
Jawbox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Bowie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Litter,
Ultravox,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Harry Pussy,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young,
Yazoo,
Fear,
Black Pus,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hardrive,
U.S. Maple,
The Cowsills,
Inner City,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television,
Pylon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faust,
The Busters,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Flag,
Khruangbin,
Make Up,
Bad Manners,
Organ,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.