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 Palau and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Hot Snakes to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pretty Things,
Minutemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronan,
Loose Ends,
K-Klass,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crash Course in Science,
DNA,
Arthur Verocai,
Harmonia,
The Litter,
The Fall,
Chris Corsano,
Qualms,
Henry Cow,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Human League,
Jacques Brel,
H. Thieme,
Mandrill,
Jimmy McGriff,
Icehouse,
Supertramp,
The Knickerbockers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Guru Guru,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare,
Unwound,
Radio Birdman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Wells,
Eddi Front,
ABBA,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Rakim,
The United States of America,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül II,
The Remains,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick May,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scratch Acid,
Agitation Free,
Dawn Penn,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slave,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
The Birthday Party,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.