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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Royal Trux to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yusef Lateef,
The Tremeloes,
Alton Ellis,
Ronan,
ABBA,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Slave,
Parry Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kenny Larkin,
F. McDonald,
The Modern Lovers,
Niagra,
Neil Young,
New Age Steppers,
The Moleskins,
Black Moon,
The Golliwogs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aloha Tigers,
Yaz,
Monolake,
Stockholm Monsters,
Inner City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantytec,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sonics,
Faust,
Todd Rundgren,
Fela Kuti,
Skaos,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Axelrod,
Glenn Branca,
Stetsasonic,
Eli Mardock,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moby Grape,
Skriet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABC,
Ludus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Little Man,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mars,
Section 25,
DJ Sneak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.