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 Turkmenistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Chris & Cosey 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Cluster,
Loose Ends,
Alison Limerick,
Amazonics,
Radio Birdman,
Tubeway Army,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Cale,
Can,
The Walker Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Chrome,
Crash Course in Science,
Make Up,
Donald Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Fraelich,
Model 500,
China Crisis,
June Days,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultimate Spinach,
B.T. Express,
Pole,
New York Dolls,
Jawbox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Parrish,
Black Moon,
The Trojans,
Thee Headcoats,
Japan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dawn Penn,
The Gladiators,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mandrill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bluetip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Pus,
Ice-T,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Toni Rubio,
Jandek,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television,
Lou Reed,
Suburban Knight,
Dave Gahan,
Faust,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.