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 Micronesia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marshall Jefferson to the disco 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Accadde A,
Aswad,
DNA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Groovy Waters,
David Axelrod,
Average White Band,
The Sound,
Qualms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Terry,
Arab on Radar,
Bush Tetras,
Bob Dylan,
Depeche Mode,
Cecil Taylor,
Skarface,
Symarip,
June of 44,
Motorama,
Panda Bear,
Anthony Braxton,
Alton Ellis,
Inner City,
The Invisible,
Gang Starr,
Toni Rubio,
Isaac Hayes,
Swans,
The Gun Club,
Jandek,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dawn Penn,
Dave Gahan,
Lakeside,
Agitation Free,
Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Hoover,
The Raincoats,
Khruangbin,
Brothers Johnson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barbara Tucker,
Magma,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Wells,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Golliwogs,
The Busters,
Man Parrish,
Sandy B,
Derrick May,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.