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 Tunisia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Eden Ahbez to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Oblivians,
kango's stein massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Popol Vuh,
Toni Rubio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Animal Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rites of Spring,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grey Daturas,
Reagan Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Deakin,
Deepchord,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fear,
Brick,
Radio Birdman,
The Smoke,
The Pop Group,
Eurythmics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mantronix,
Sam Rivers,
Stereo Dub,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pussy Galore,
Von Mondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grauzone,
Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronnie Foster,
Average White Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Y Pants,
MC5,
Scott Walker,
Peter & Gordon,
Silicon Teens,
Kas Product,
MDC,
Max Romeo,
Alphaville,
the Slits,
The Fall,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mummies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minny Pops,
X-Ray Spex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.