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 Greece and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
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 at the first Suicide 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 The Barracudas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
One Last Wish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
Wolf Eyes,
Tim Buckley,
Quantec,
ABBA,
The Dead C,
Carl Craig,
a-ha,
Wings,
Echospace,
Make Up,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gun Club,
Terry Callier,
Absolute Body Control,
Spoonie Gee,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Sherman,
OOIOO,
Cluster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hardrive,
Andrew Hill,
Q and Not U,
Mr. Review,
Jimmy McGriff,
Model 500,
Dual Sessions,
The Blackbyrds,
The Move,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Fraelich,
Ludus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Byron Stingily,
In Retrospect,
Parry Music,
Skriet,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Starr,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Connie Case,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Index,
The Gladiators,
The Raincoats,
Gang of Four,
Delta 5,
Stetsasonic,
Symarip,
Can,
Lower 48,
Ice-T,
Pole,
Easy Going,
Y Pants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Loose Ends,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.