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 Ghana and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Franke to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
FM Einheit,
Jerry Gold Smith,
In Retrospect,
Malaria!,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare,
Boz Scaggs,
Minnie Riperton,
Barbara Tucker,
Circle Jerks,
Tres Demented,
Arab on Radar,
Iggy Pop,
Qualms,
Slave,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maurizio,
Bobby Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris & Cosey,
Marine Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ohio Players,
Pole,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Fraelich,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minor Threat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mission of Burma,
Little Man,
Von Mondo,
Livin' Joy,
Q65,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
CMW,
Tom Boy,
Harmonia,
Man Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Adolescents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Leaves,
Nils Olav,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agitation Free,
Black Flag,
Neil Young,
Cal Tjader,
Aural Exciters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rufus Thomas,
Minutemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Flash Fearless,
the Swans,
Simply Red,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.