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 Peru and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Au Pairs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Guru Guru,
Malaria!,
Can,
Second Layer,
Lightning Bolt,
Fear,
Chrome,
Hot Snakes,
Little Man,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Finger,
The Litter,
the Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Morten Harket,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Ludus,
Babytalk,
Lindisfarne,
John Cale,
Scott Walker,
Arcadia,
Steve Hackett,
Godley & Creme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gap Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Womack,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABBA,
Deepchord,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABC,
Zero Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
cv313,
Q and Not U,
Tears for Fears,
Peter & Gordon,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ten City,
Panda Bear,
Theoretical Girls,
The Stooges,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Excepter,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.