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 Luxembourg and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Black Moon to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
10cc,
CMW,
Jerry's Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Skatalites,
The Fuzztones,
The Searchers,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pole,
Monolake,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare,
Khruangbin,
Symarip,
Rakim,
Pylon,
Alison Limerick,
Young Marble Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cecil Taylor,
Ohio Players,
Gichy Dan,
Lower 48,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rotary Connection,
Stiv Bators,
Michelle Simonal,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra,
Panda Bear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radio Birdman,
Marmalade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arab on Radar,
Anakelly,
Graham Central Station,
Parry Music,
The Fortunes,
Franke,
Gang of Four,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Josef K,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sandy B,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nirvana,
Rod Modell,
Chris Corsano,
Massinfluence,
EPMD,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronan,
Althea and Donna,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.