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 Jamaica and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Second Layer to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Zeros,
Funky Four + One,
The Misunderstood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joey Negro,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Symarip,
Metal Thangz,
Warren Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donny Hathaway,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eden Ahbez,
Rosa Yemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Gang Starr,
Joensuu 1685,
Quantec,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Byrd,
Magazine,
Fat Boys,
D'Angelo,
Negative Approach,
Bill Near,
The Selecter,
Mary Jane Girls,
DNA,
Can,
The American Breed,
Liliput,
Pylon,
The Knickerbockers,
Cymande,
Don Cherry,
Rakim,
Clear Light,
Khruangbin,
Average White Band,
Lindisfarne,
Flash Fearless,
June of 44,
Parry Music,
Nirvana,
Faust,
The Doors,
Fluxion,
Stetsasonic,
Mars,
the Swans,
Prince Buster,
The Kinks,
Spoonie Gee,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.