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 Mauritius and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Roy Ayers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unrelated Segments,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tubeway Army,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Fraelich,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stiv Bators,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Foxx,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June of 44,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
Von Mondo,
The Slits,
Gichy Dan,
Fatback Band,
Jacques Brel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anakelly,
The Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
Oblivians,
the Swans,
The New Christs,
In Retrospect,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moody Blues,
Angry Samoans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thee Headcoats,
Minor Threat,
Reuben Wilson,
The Stooges,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lungfish,
Harry Pussy,
Duran Duran,
The Cramps,
Michelle Simonal,
The Standells,
Colin Newman,
Dead Boys,
Masters at Work,
DNA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Clarke,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deepchord,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.