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 Uganda and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Tres Demented to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Glenn Branca,
Talk Talk,
Country Teasers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rekid,
The Smoke,
This Heat,
John Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Connie Case,
Man Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spandau Ballet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mad Mike,
Anakelly,
The Walker Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sparks,
The Selecter,
Shoche,
Bob Dylan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erasure,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hoover,
Tubeway Army,
the Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eurythmics,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra,
Quadrant,
Au Pairs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Invisible,
Kevin Saunderson,
Outsiders,
Interpol,
Lower 48,
Television Personalities,
Cal Tjader,
Ronnie Foster,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dead C,
FM Einheit,
Hardrive,
Soulsonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Mills,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.