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 Korea South and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 The Monks to the jazz 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Offenders,
Ralphi Rosario,
James White and The Blacks,
Faust,
The Toasters,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cramps,
Hoover,
Brick,
Slave,
Whodini,
Boredoms,
Sound Behaviour,
Section 25,
Bobby Womack,
Radiohead,
Minnie Riperton,
The Real Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Cheater Slicks,
Franke,
The Happenings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MC5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Hill,
L. Decosne,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cure,
Aaron Thompson,
Panda Bear,
The Fortunes,
Skriet,
OOIOO,
Basic Channel,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Starr,
The Gap Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
In Retrospect,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smoke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joy Division,
Groovy Waters,
Magma,
Terry Callier,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
kango's stein massive,
Eurythmics,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.