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 Costa Rica and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Associates,
Todd Rundgren,
the Bar-Kays,
The Walker Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Second Layer,
the Sonics,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare,
Donny Hathaway,
Desert Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Five Americans,
Aloha Tigers,
Sex Pistols,
Magma,
Hoover,
Moby Grape,
Angry Samoans,
Blossom Toes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Au Pairs,
Howard Jones,
Robert Görl,
Lou Christie,
Joe Smooth,
Ronan,
John Foxx,
The Trojans,
The Smiths,
Graham Central Station,
Loose Ends,
Sam Rivers,
Young Marble Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nils Olav,
Danielle Patucci,
Youth Brigade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Altered Images,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gladiators,
Agitation Free,
Lyres,
The Wake,
Stereo Dub,
James Chance & The Contortions,
FM Einheit,
Tim Buckley,
8 Eyed Spy,
EPMD,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.