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 Finland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Blackbyrds to the grime 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Can,
World's Most,
Nick Fraelich,
Animal Collective,
Subhumans,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Saccharine Trust,
Chrome,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Juan Atkins,
Brand Nubian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Interpol,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Mills,
Man Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Archie Shepp,
D'Angelo,
Nirvana,
Kas Product,
Pierre Henry,
John Foxx,
Johnny Clarke,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gories,
The Buckinghams,
Scrapy,
Stetsasonic,
Janne Schatter,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
Moby Grape,
The Modern Lovers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül II,
The Martian,
This Heat,
The Barracudas,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Saints,
Brick,
Cybotron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Motorama,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flash Fearless,
Skaos,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eddi Front,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.