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 Cape Verde and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Amon Düül II to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Dolphy,
JFA,
Absolute Body Control,
Dawn Penn,
The Offenders,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Holt,
Easy Going,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Underground Resistance,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Associates,
Duran Duran,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nirvana,
Das Ding,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pylon,
Wings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharoah Sanders,
U.S. Maple,
Angry Samoans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Walker Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Busters,
Dead Boys,
Rod Modell,
Newcleus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monolake,
Bauhaus,
Public Enemy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T.S.O.L.,
June of 44,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wire,
John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Sixth Finger,
Nils Olav,
Tim Buckley,
Soul II Soul,
Depeche Mode,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Kayak,
Trumans Water,
Anakelly,
Bill Wells,
Peter & Gordon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Y Pants,
Bang On A Can,
Technova,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.