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 Sweden and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 The Dirtbombs to the dance 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Loose Ends,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slackers,
Excepter,
New Age Steppers,
Radiopuhelimet,
These Immortal Souls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
JFA,
The Divine Comedy,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fall,
Joe Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gladiators,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Evens,
Ralphi Rosario,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moleskins,
Jerry's Kids,
Darondo,
Derrick May,
Fugazi,
Radiohead,
The Gun Club,
K-Klass,
The Vogues,
Zapp,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Camouflage,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Womack,
Flipper,
The Blues Magoos,
Television,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lyres,
Magazine,
Bluetip,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Bananas,
Yellowson,
Can,
June Days,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thompson Twins,
Outsiders,
48th St. Collective,
The Residents,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.