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 Guatemala and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Jandek to the jazz 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Second Layer,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker,
Funky Four + One,
Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sixth Finger,
Mad Mike,
Faust,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed,
JFA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ohio Players,
Bluetip,
Television Personalities,
Gastr Del Sol,
Technova,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Style,
Absolute Body Control,
Minutemen,
The Techniques,
EPMD,
Black Sheep,
Stiv Bators,
Faraquet,
Mission of Burma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-102,
Heaven 17,
Niagra,
The Wake,
Minny Pops,
Gang of Four,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joensuu 1685,
Junior Murvin,
The Human League,
Pole,
Jeff Lynne,
Oblivians,
Bang On A Can,
Audionom,
Sam Rivers,
Piero Umiliani,
Aswad,
Au Pairs,
Derrick May,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.