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 Syria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Beau Brummels to the rap 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '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 Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Icehouse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronnie Foster,
Excepter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Detroit Cobras,
F. McDonald,
K-Klass,
David Bowie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Surgeon,
La Düsseldorf,
Susan Cadogan,
Hoover,
Patti Smith,
Roxy Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Letta Mbulu,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eurythmics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gladiators,
Zero Boys,
Can,
cv313,
The Dirtbombs,
Delta 5,
Faraquet,
The Blackbyrds,
Sandy B,
Quadrant,
Shuggie Otis,
Bluetip,
Outsiders,
Pylon,
Wings,
The Monks,
Interpol,
Wolf Eyes,
Sex Pistols,
E-Dancer,
This Heat,
Black Moon,
PIL,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Vogues,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonic Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
June of 44,
DNA,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Certain Ratio,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.