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 Dominican Republic and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Wings to the techno 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Todd Rundgren,
Zapp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flash Fearless,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Clarke,
John Holt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry's Kids,
Average White Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Carl Craig,
June of 44,
Fat Boys,
Gang Green,
The Victims,
The Happenings,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Accadde A,
Iggy Pop,
Frankie Knuckles,
Excepter,
In Retrospect,
ABC,
Scion,
Camouflage,
Peter and Kerry,
Young Marble Giants,
Moss Icon,
Swell Maps,
Los Fastidios,
Scrapy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Skatalites,
Anthony Braxton,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABBA,
Charles Mingus,
Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Niagra,
World's Most,
Adolescents,
David Bowie,
Porter Ricks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
Q65,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rekid,
D'Angelo,
Tom Boy,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.