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 Jordan and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 X-102 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swell Maps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Infiniti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
EPMD,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Average White Band,
The Remains,
Negative Approach,
Todd Terry,
Funkadelic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rod Modell,
Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick May,
The Motions,
The Martian,
Spandau Ballet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gerry Rafferty,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Japan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boz Scaggs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
L. Decosne,
Maurizio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scientists,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Five Americans,
Barry Ungar,
The Fuzztones,
Toni Rubio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yellowson,
Wally Richardson,
Unwound,
Easy Going,
James White and The Blacks,
Masters at Work,
Ornette Coleman,
Hardrive,
Marine Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Thee Headcoats,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.