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 Colombia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
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 güiro 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 Hasil Adkins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kenny Larkin,
Q65,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alice Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Outsiders,
The Kinks,
The Fortunes,
Loose Ends,
Siglo XX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Fat Boys,
Gang Green,
Liliput,
Nico,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
Marmalade,
John Foxx,
Bobby Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Leaves,
The Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stiv Bators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brand Nubian,
Shuggie Otis,
Thee Headcoats,
Dave Gahan,
Audionom,
Mr. Review,
The Zeros,
Circle Jerks,
Erasure,
Mission of Burma,
The Cure,
Massinfluence,
Lungfish,
Jandek,
the Swans,
Dennis Brown,
One Last Wish,
MDC,
Kas Product,
Grey Daturas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Byron Stingily,
Sugar Minott,
Brothers Johnson,
Visage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalann,
Sam Rivers,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.