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 Canada and from London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days 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?
Toni Rubio,
Joyce Sims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scan 7,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
a-ha,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nico,
The Last Poets,
H. Thieme,
The Misunderstood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tom Boy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oneida,
Peter & Gordon,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül,
The Young Rascals,
The Real Kids,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Supertramp,
U.S. Maple,
Roxy Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monks,
Shoche,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Rundgren,
Aloha Tigers,
Amazonics,
Magazine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Roxette,
Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Ralphi Rosario,
Althea and Donna,
Barry Ungar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cymande,
Sight & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Michelle Simonal,
Television,
Scott Walker,
The Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Little Man,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moss Icon,
Visage,
The Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.