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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Panda Bear to the funk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kayak,
Pulsallama,
The Evens,
Depeche Mode,
Schoolly D,
The Happenings,
Section 25,
Swans,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Don Cherry,
The J.B.'s,
Quadrant,
Bauhaus,
Yaz,
The New Christs,
David McCallum,
The Victims,
Mad Mike,
Banda Bassotti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soulsonic Force,
Main Source,
Bush Tetras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young,
Roxette,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ludus,
B.T. Express,
Kaleidoscope,
The Shadows of Knight,
H. Thieme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Whodini,
Lalo Schifrin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yazoo,
The Birthday Party,
Toni Rubio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang of Four,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sam Rivers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rod Modell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funkadelic,
Scion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television,
Lee Hazlewood,
KRS-One,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.