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 Madagascar and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Joe Finger to the electroclash 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Sound,
The United States of America,
D'Angelo,
Yusef Lateef,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Moon,
Pagans,
World's Most,
Rites of Spring,
Roger Hodgson,
Pylon,
Country Teasers,
Skaos,
Joe Smooth,
Dead Boys,
The Cowsills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Darondo,
Leonard Cohen,
Kas Product,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker,
Cal Tjader,
Cheater Slicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minor Threat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Inner City,
The Buckinghams,
Negative Approach,
Hasil Adkins,
Janne Schatter,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Lyres,
Con Funk Shun,
Suicide,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Sherman,
Massinfluence,
Peter and Kerry,
Yazoo,
Heaven 17,
The Invisible,
Andrew Hill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Foxx,
The Modern Lovers,
Sällskapet,
Black Sheep,
Yaz,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.