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 Gabon and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Aural Exciters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Black Dice,
Hoover,
Sandy B,
Popol Vuh,
Fugazi,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oneida,
Boz Scaggs,
Stereo Dub,
Deakin,
Morten Harket,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Drexciya,
Tommy Roe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terry Callier,
Dead Boys,
Dual Sessions,
The Invisible,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dawn Penn,
Max Romeo,
The Slits,
Tom Boy,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hashim,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pop Group,
Tubeway Army,
Royal Trux,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Sneak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arthur Verocai,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slackers,
Moebius,
Robert Görl,
Excepter,
Aloha Tigers,
Rotary Connection,
Moby Grape,
The United States of America,
Saccharine Trust,
Q65,
The Angels of Light,
Symarip,
Sällskapet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Connie Case,
Rekid,
Iggy Pop,
The Pretty Things,
Crime,
X-101,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.