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 Slovakia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Royal Trux to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Underground Resistance,
Television Personalities,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Y Pants,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Popol Vuh,
Jacques Brel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slackers,
Tim Buckley,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Janne Schatter,
Animal Collective,
ABC,
Ohio Players,
Peter and Kerry,
Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
The Star Department,
Radio Birdman,
Donald Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Cymande,
Prince Buster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
B.T. Express,
Yaz,
In Retrospect,
The Blackbyrds,
The Victims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Standells,
Fad Gadget,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jawbox,
Clear Light,
Dennis Brown,
Lindisfarne,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Eden Ahbez,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blossom Toes,
Ronnie Foster,
Judy Mowatt,
Warren Ellis,
the Association,
Basic Channel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Stooges,
Khruangbin,
Jandek,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.