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 Syria and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Martian to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Inner City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television Personalities,
The Techniques,
the Sonics,
John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skaos,
Magma,
Scientists,
Liliput,
Sandy B,
Mark Hollis,
Procol Harum,
The Move,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The American Breed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantaleimon,
Sound Behaviour,
Cheater Slicks,
Blake Baxter,
Intrusion,
K-Klass,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Misunderstood,
Can,
Ice-T,
Dual Sessions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gun Club,
The Divine Comedy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sex Pistols,
The Red Krayola,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gichy Dan,
Joensuu 1685,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Chris & Cosey,
Brothers Johnson,
The Selecter,
New Age Steppers,
Nirvana,
Country Teasers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camouflage,
Slick Rick,
The Remains,
Derrick May,
Rotary Connection,
Deepchord,
Rosa Yemen,
The Black Dice,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.