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 Sweden and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Soul II Soul to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grey Daturas,
Interpol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vainqueur,
Dawn Penn,
The Residents,
Sex Pistols,
Skarface,
Maleditus Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Real Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Fat Boys,
Boredoms,
KRS-One,
The Motions,
Brass Construction,
Adolescents,
Jawbox,
Siglo XX,
The Stooges,
The Victims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantaleimon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Enemy,
Todd Terry,
David Axelrod,
Barry Ungar,
Bob Dylan,
Babytalk,
Warsaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
China Crisis,
Donald Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yaz,
Ultravox,
Chris & Cosey,
MDC,
Camberwell Now,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
This Heat,
UT,
Negative Approach,
Funky Four + One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Techniques,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cymande,
Jandek,
ABBA,
Roxette,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.