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 Denmark and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
The Kinks,
Nirvana,
Tom Boy,
Gichy Dan,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moleskins,
Agitation Free,
Hoover,
Jandek,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young,
Goldenarms,
Neu!,
Motorama,
Aural Exciters,
The Walker Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Camouflage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rotary Connection,
Sparks,
The Golliwogs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Görl,
B.T. Express,
Bush Tetras,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Don Cherry,
ABBA,
Dead Boys,
Scan 7,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wasted Youth,
Roxette,
Smog,
The Residents,
New York Dolls,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Hill,
The Selecter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hashim,
Bob Dylan,
Marvin Gaye,
Boz Scaggs,
David McCallum,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vladislav Delay,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Interpol,
Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Davy DMX,
Josef K,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Smooth,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.