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 Italy and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Average White Band 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Deepchord,
The Cure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Half Japanese,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glenn Branca,
Blossom Toes,
Alton Ellis,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultravox,
Von Mondo,
Lower 48,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Womack,
Sparks,
Section 25,
Metal Thangz,
Popol Vuh,
Pantaleimon,
The American Breed,
Audionom,
Cheater Slicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
China Crisis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Sneak,
The Residents,
Charles Mingus,
Delta 5,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Style,
a-ha,
Nico,
The United States of America,
Max Romeo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra,
Black Pus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jawbox,
The Mummies,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxette,
The Smiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Holt,
Matthew Bourne,
Skarface,
Amon Düül II,
Visage,
Fad Gadget,
Swell Maps,
Soft Cell,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.