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 Suriname and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Guru Guru to the crunk 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Nas,
Scion,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Lynne,
the Association,
Eve St. Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
James White and The Blacks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Livin' Joy,
Kaleidoscope,
Agent Orange,
Quadrant,
The United States of America,
Jandek,
Essential Logic,
Dual Sessions,
D'Angelo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siglo XX,
The Seeds,
Whodini,
the Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Underground Resistance,
Mr. Review,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mantronix,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donald Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Knickerbockers,
Rapeman,
Todd Terry,
K-Klass,
Television Personalities,
Heaven 17,
Massinfluence,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Trumans Water,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amazonics,
Aloha Tigers,
DNA,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Danielle Patucci,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Saints,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Litter,
Y Pants,
Jeff Mills,
Hot Snakes,
Banda Bassotti,
Surgeon,
the Sonics,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.