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 Iran and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Brand Nubian to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Connie Case,
The American Breed,
Supertramp,
Dennis Brown,
The Modern Lovers,
The Buckinghams,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Halsall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warren Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Darondo,
Sight & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Ponytail,
Pylon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Sherman,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül II,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fad Gadget,
The Wake,
Reuben Wilson,
Deakin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New York Dolls,
The Count Five,
Joy Division,
Average White Band,
John Cale,
X-102,
Kerri Chandler,
Scan 7,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kayak,
Pulsallama,
The Gories,
Infiniti,
Kas Product,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yellowson,
Grauzone,
Shoche,
Barclay James Harvest,
Intrusion,
Davy DMX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Pus,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.