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 Azerbaijan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Harpers Bizarre to the dance 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
John Holt,
Soulsonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
The Dead C,
The Residents,
Excepter,
Junior Murvin,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Laurel Aitken,
Scan 7,
David Bowie,
Alison Limerick,
Zapp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Leaves,
cv313,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dave Gahan,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Vogues,
Alice Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Trojans,
Fluxion,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang On A Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
10cc,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bob Dylan,
David McCallum,
These Immortal Souls,
Connie Case,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deakin,
Mo-Dettes,
Scratch Acid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agent Orange,
Rufus Thomas,
Circle Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Crooked Eye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Moon,
Outsiders,
The Red Krayola,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moss Icon,
Popol Vuh,
The Mojo Men,
Cecil Taylor,
R.M.O.,
Morten Harket,
Nico,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.