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 Sri Lanka and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Eve St. Jones to the punk 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
The Motions,
Aaron Thompson,
One Last Wish,
Schoolly D,
Erasure,
T. Rex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donny Hathaway,
Darondo,
Connie Case,
Magazine,
The Slits,
Scientists,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Hill,
Accadde A,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Malaria!,
Ponytail,
Excepter,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blackbyrds,
Sugar Minott,
KRS-One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare,
Hasil Adkins,
Infiniti,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Görl,
Nas,
Das Ding,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James Chance & The Contortions,
Severed Heads,
Ohio Players,
Kaleidoscope,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doors,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Rod Modell,
Lou Christie,
The Divine Comedy,
Camouflage,
Jerry's Kids,
The Zeros,
The Velvet Underground,
Minny Pops,
Sparks,
The Birthday Party,
Alton Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thee Headcoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.