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 Belize and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Essential Logic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Young Marble Giants,
F. McDonald,
Barrington Levy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Althea and Donna,
Oneida,
Outsiders,
Eurythmics,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Byrd,
This Heat,
Skriet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jandek,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Prince Buster,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Malaria!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pole,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cluster,
Scrapy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Half Japanese,
Radio Birdman,
The Invisible,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
Faust,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Carl Craig,
Maurizio,
Public Enemy,
Tres Demented,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arab on Radar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Graham Central Station,
Chris Corsano,
Section 25,
the Bar-Kays,
John Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Albert Ayler,
Monolake,
Fad Gadget,
Pierre Henry,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül,
Slick Rick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
ABC,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.