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 Saudi Arabia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Soft Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 sitar and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
China Crisis,
Lungfish,
Stereo Dub,
Magazine,
Anakelly,
Skriet,
Roger Hodgson,
Panda Bear,
Unrelated Segments,
James White and The Blacks,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Q65,
Mr. Review,
Buzzcocks,
LL Cool J,
The Blackbyrds,
The Move,
Susan Cadogan,
The American Breed,
Sonic Youth,
Heaven 17,
Darondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Mission of Burma,
Suicide,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mantronix,
Jeff Mills,
The Moleskins,
Bob Dylan,
Mandrill,
Faust,
The Wake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minutemen,
The Dirtbombs,
The Five Americans,
Animal Collective,
cv313,
Newcleus,
Alison Limerick,
Aswad,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amazonics,
Joyce Sims,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rites of Spring,
F. McDonald,
Fatback Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Brand Nubian,
Bauhaus,
The Techniques,
Freddie Wadling,
MDC,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.