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 Ukraine and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Main Source,
Mr. Review,
New Age Steppers,
Agitation Free,
David McCallum,
Wally Richardson,
Colin Newman,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blake Baxter,
Tom Boy,
Kenny Larkin,
Adolescents,
Fatback Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Swans,
Moebius,
Minny Pops,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lyres,
The Tremeloes,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Khruangbin,
The Blues Magoos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hoover,
The Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Average White Band,
Scrapy,
Absolute Body Control,
Flamin' Groovies,
cv313,
Nick Fraelich,
the Association,
Goldenarms,
A Certain Ratio,
Al Stewart,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Copeland,
MC5,
Jimmy McGriff,
Prince Buster,
EPMD,
Brass Construction,
Little Man,
Japan,
Los Fastidios,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Buckinghams,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cramps,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.