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 United States and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
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 linndrum 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 Gabor Szabo to the punk 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Ohio Players,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brick,
The United States of America,
Alison Limerick,
Procol Harum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
Sandy B,
Sam Rivers,
Shoche,
Kurtis Blow,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Lakeside,
Neil Young,
Pantaleimon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Litter,
Ken Boothe,
Toni Rubio,
The Sound,
MC5,
Boredoms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris Corsano,
Severed Heads,
The Buckinghams,
Pierre Henry,
Underground Resistance,
Deadbeat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
JFA,
Man Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
Ornette Coleman,
Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
Talk Talk,
Laurel Aitken,
Kas Product,
The Birthday Party,
Easy Going,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Enemy,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slackers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marvin Gaye,
Skaos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacques Brel,
Agent Orange,
La Düsseldorf,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.