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 Romania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Crime to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Masters at Work,
The Gories,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Danielle Patucci,
Funkadelic,
Skaos,
Lucky Dragons,
Brand Nubian,
Roxette,
Rufus Thomas,
World's Most,
Minutemen,
Andrew Hill,
Unrelated Segments,
Technova,
Siglo XX,
Flipper,
Stetsasonic,
Blake Baxter,
The Standells,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Fraelich,
Radio Birdman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maleditus Sound,
R.M.O.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Trumans Water,
The Birthday Party,
Excepter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Schoolly D,
Con Funk Shun,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Prince Buster,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Selecter,
Theoretical Girls,
K-Klass,
The Walker Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Metal Thangz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
OOIOO,
The Young Rascals,
The Star Department,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül II,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nirvana,
Dead Boys,
Mandrill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.