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 Qatar and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Peter & Gordon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
The Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Silicon Teens,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pretty Things,
Suburban Knight,
The Moleskins,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Hill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minutemen,
Ponytail,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slick Rick,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Finger,
Essential Logic,
Agent Orange,
Wolf Eyes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glenn Branca,
Faust,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Judy Mowatt,
Babytalk,
Dawn Penn,
Barry Ungar,
Marine Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sällskapet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonic Youth,
Brick,
Crispian St. Peters,
48th St. Collective,
The Motions,
Malaria!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fortunes,
Quadrant,
Janne Schatter,
Dead Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Main Source,
kango's stein massive,
Fela Kuti,
Khruangbin,
Shuggie Otis,
Rufus Thomas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pagans,
Lower 48,
Jandek,
Toni Rubio,
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.