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 Afghanistan and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the techno 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Von Mondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James White and The Blacks,
EPMD,
Mandrill,
Livin' Joy,
the Germs,
Robert Wyatt,
Blancmange,
Ronan,
Unrelated Segments,
Marvin Gaye,
Essential Logic,
Connie Case,
Delta 5,
Nick Fraelich,
Nico,
Roger Hodgson,
Sound Behaviour,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Trumans Water,
Smog,
The Dead C,
Brand Nubian,
Khruangbin,
Altered Images,
X-102,
Minny Pops,
Swell Maps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zapp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brick,
Mars,
Lou Christie,
Warsaw,
Anthony Braxton,
Gichy Dan,
Das Ding,
Q and Not U,
MC5,
E-Dancer,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Moon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Audionom,
Kaleidoscope,
Yusef Lateef,
Camouflage,
Whodini,
The Stooges,
Terry Callier,
La Düsseldorf,
Basic Channel,
B.T. Express,
Black Sheep,
Unwound,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.