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 Namibia and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Rod Modell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doors,
Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Age Steppers,
David McCallum,
These Immortal Souls,
In Retrospect,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Standells,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magma,
The Modern Lovers,
Blake Baxter,
The Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Copeland,
Wolf Eyes,
Glenn Branca,
Panda Bear,
Rotary Connection,
Con Funk Shun,
Liliput,
Guru Guru,
Harry Pussy,
Average White Band,
Clear Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Scratch Acid,
Maurizio,
the Slits,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
48th St. Collective,
Half Japanese,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
Joy Division,
Crooked Eye,
Unrelated Segments,
Susan Cadogan,
Donald Byrd,
Ice-T,
The Martian,
Funky Four + One,
Black Moon,
Matthew Bourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Groovy Waters,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Stooges,
The Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.