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 Ecuador and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Dennis Brown to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Mandrill,
Theoretical Girls,
Yazoo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
KRS-One,
MDC,
Zero Boys,
Ice-T,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liliput,
Qualms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Depeche Mode,
Crash Course in Science,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harpers Bizarre,
Y Pants,
X-Ray Spex,
The Toasters,
Roxy Music,
Davy DMX,
K-Klass,
Babytalk,
Aural Exciters,
Steve Hackett,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cybotron,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül,
The Misunderstood,
Moss Icon,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Smog,
Eve St. Jones,
cv313,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mr. Review,
Gichy Dan,
UT,
Funky Four + One,
June of 44,
Blake Baxter,
Chris Corsano,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shoche,
Barrington Levy,
Rod Modell,
Joensuu 1685,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.