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 Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Arthur Verocai to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Nils Olav,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sight & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Foxx,
Television,
Todd Terry,
The Doors,
Lalann,
Absolute Body Control,
Suicide,
These Immortal Souls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jandek,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cramps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lindisfarne,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Hood,
The Cure,
The Dead C,
Althea and Donna,
Aloha Tigers,
Stereo Dub,
Rites of Spring,
The Fuzztones,
Pole,
Dual Sessions,
The Residents,
The Gladiators,
Niagra,
New Order,
Pere Ubu,
Barry Ungar,
Lakeside,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers,
Fear,
Mark Hollis,
Interpol,
Intrusion,
Au Pairs,
Khruangbin,
Grauzone,
Accadde A,
Aswad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cluster,
Barrington Levy,
Neu!,
Organ,
LL Cool J,
Eric Copeland,
New York Dolls,
kango's stein massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.