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 Bahamas and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Monks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Trojans,
The Skatalites,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Section 25,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Angels of Light,
Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
K-Klass,
The Black Dice,
X-Ray Spex,
Stetsasonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Selecter,
Kurtis Blow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Guru Guru,
L. Decosne,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Wyatt,
Sällskapet,
Das Ding,
Ponytail,
Lakeside,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eddi Front,
Crispy Ambulance,
Josef K,
Patti Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dead Boys,
David Bowie,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young,
Swans,
The Fugs,
Eric Copeland,
The Velvet Underground,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mission of Burma,
ABBA,
The Wake,
T.S.O.L.,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jawbox,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skarface,
Fat Boys,
Black Sheep,
The Offenders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lyres,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.