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 Laos and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Simply Red to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Patti Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Toni Rubio,
Desert Stars,
Gang of Four,
Quantec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxette,
Buzzcocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deakin,
Ituana,
John Holt,
Don Cherry,
The Velvet Underground,
LL Cool J,
Robert Görl,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Womack,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Fraelich,
June of 44,
Fat Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Hashim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nirvana,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Victims,
Slick Rick,
Interpol,
The Young Rascals,
The Wake,
Surgeon,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronnie Foster,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smoke,
Minny Pops,
Fear,
Scott Walker,
Chris & Cosey,
Thompson Twins,
Infiniti,
Anthony Braxton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joy Division,
Mark Hollis,
June Days,
The Gladiators,
DJ Style,
Circle Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Sheep,
Moss Icon,
Ohio Players,
Nils Olav,
The Residents,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.