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 Ireland and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Donald Byrd to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Beasts of Bourbon,
Josef K,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Angels of Light,
Urselle,
Joy Division,
Rekid,
the Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moody Blues,
H. Thieme,
Cecil Taylor,
Fluxion,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed,
Vladislav Delay,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ponytail,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terry Callier,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hasil Adkins,
James White and The Blacks,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
The Blackbyrds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Stiv Bators,
D'Angelo,
Gichy Dan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slave,
Youth Brigade,
Michelle Simonal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Finger,
Joyce Sims,
The Leaves,
Kas Product,
Joe Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swell Maps,
Interpol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scan 7,
Excepter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Mills,
Maleditus Sound,
Nirvana,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.