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 Burkina and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Spandau Ballet,
The Black Dice,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Lynne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Offenders,
Monolake,
Al Stewart,
Gang of Four,
Agent Orange,
Little Man,
Unwound,
Thompson Twins,
Cecil Taylor,
Blancmange,
Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
FM Einheit,
David Axelrod,
Aloha Tigers,
Mars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mandrill,
Warren Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
LL Cool J,
Marcia Griffiths,
Das Ding,
Aural Exciters,
Boredoms,
Tim Buckley,
Fear,
These Immortal Souls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deadbeat,
Television,
Smog,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Ponytail,
Supertramp,
The Remains,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lucky Dragons,
Nik Kershaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alice Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Pylon,
Adolescents,
Aswad,
Ultra Naté,
Lower 48,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.