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 Tanzania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 David Bowie 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 Idris Muhammad to the jazz 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Rundgren,
OOIOO,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantaleimon,
Monks,
Buzzcocks,
PIL,
Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Slave,
Hardrive,
Nico,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Sherman,
the Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
MC5,
Jeff Mills,
Clear Light,
Dennis Brown,
Model 500,
The Happenings,
Peter & Gordon,
Swell Maps,
Derrick May,
The Names,
Moss Icon,
The Busters,
Main Source,
Ultra Naté,
The Fugs,
Reagan Youth,
This Heat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bad Manners,
Glenn Branca,
Lungfish,
Fluxion,
Eli Mardock,
Nils Olav,
Terrestrial Tones,
The New Christs,
Au Pairs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Searchers,
Khruangbin,
Howard Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Young Marble Giants,
The Five Americans,
Pulsallama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Juan Atkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Royal Trux,
Minutemen,
Gang of Four,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.