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 Philippines and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cecil Taylor to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Bourne,
Isaac Hayes,
The Angels of Light,
Albert Ayler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
In Retrospect,
The Fuzztones,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rekid,
The Beau Brummels,
Tommy Roe,
Man Parrish,
X-101,
Barry Ungar,
Depeche Mode,
Niagra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alton Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minutemen,
Simply Red,
Bad Manners,
A Certain Ratio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hashim,
Ohio Players,
Lakeside,
Country Teasers,
Rosa Yemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suburban Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visage,
The Remains,
Pere Ubu,
This Heat,
Wire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ponytail,
The Martian,
Al Stewart,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Newcleus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Laurel Aitken,
Erasure,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Toasters,
Jandek,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Idris Muhammad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.