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 Italy and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 The Moody Blues 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Davy DMX,
Brothers Johnson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Lynne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lakeside,
Rotary Connection,
Spoonie Gee,
Desert Stars,
The Mummies,
Peter & Gordon,
Deakin,
The Vogues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Main Source,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Buzzcocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Connie Case,
Public Enemy,
Eden Ahbez,
Moebius,
The Fuzztones,
The Black Dice,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doors,
Minutemen,
Ohio Players,
Ice-T,
The Residents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David McCallum,
Fatback Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q65,
Qualms,
The Birthday Party,
D'Angelo,
Graham Central Station,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scrapy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slick Rick,
Joe Smooth,
Accadde A,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kaleidoscope,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxette,
Alice Coltrane,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.