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 Japan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Roy Ayers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eli Mardock,
Section 25,
Au Pairs,
Erasure,
John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Marvin Gaye,
Symarip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick May,
Zapp,
The Real Kids,
Mr. Review,
the Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
EPMD,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gap Band,
Glenn Branca,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radio Birdman,
Rod Modell,
June Days,
Cameo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Saints,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Black Dice,
Tomorrow,
The Names,
The Slackers,
Porter Ricks,
Mandrill,
Mark Hollis,
FM Einheit,
Masters at Work,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lyres,
Khruangbin,
Soft Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Simply Red,
The Cowsills,
Wally Richardson,
Crooked Eye,
Mars,
Mo-Dettes,
Josef K,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerri Chandler,
Barrington Levy,
Yusef Lateef,
Zero Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.