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 Sweden and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Shuggie Otis to the techno 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Neu!,
Archie Shepp,
Jacques Brel,
Pagans,
The Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quando Quango,
Slave,
FM Einheit,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gastr Del Sol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter and Kerry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Procol Harum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nirvana,
Altered Images,
Man Parrish,
Marine Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
The Evens,
The Happenings,
The American Breed,
Rapeman,
Eli Mardock,
the Bar-Kays,
Kenny Larkin,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxy Music,
Harry Pussy,
Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Mr. Review,
Aaron Thompson,
The Golliwogs,
The Names,
Nico,
Amon Düül,
Whodini,
The Barracudas,
Rotary Connection,
Chris Corsano,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Charles Mingus,
Fugazi,
The Cure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Franke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Prince Buster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magma,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.