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 Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 The Last Poets to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Bluetip,
Charles Mingus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
AZ,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moleskins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Motions,
Supertramp,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
Camberwell Now,
Altered Images,
Skarface,
Mission of Burma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
Laurel Aitken,
Tubeway Army,
Kaleidoscope,
Siglo XX,
Vladislav Delay,
Unrelated Segments,
Little Man,
Thee Headcoats,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New York Dolls,
The Techniques,
The Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pierre Henry,
The Remains,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fad Gadget,
the Swans,
Gichy Dan,
the Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Absolute Body Control,
Rapeman,
The Victims,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arab on Radar,
Gabor Szabo,
Bauhaus,
Leonard Cohen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young,
Janne Schatter,
La Düsseldorf,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terry Callier,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.