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 Mali and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Television Personalities to the rap 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Fat Boys,
The Kinks,
The Fortunes,
Surgeon,
Simply Red,
Archie Shepp,
Wolf Eyes,
Aaron Thompson,
X-101,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gong,
Zero Boys,
Alphaville,
Piero Umiliani,
Graham Central Station,
Stetsasonic,
The American Breed,
X-102,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Flag,
Deadbeat,
Chrome,
Brothers Johnson,
Cybotron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Half Japanese,
FM Einheit,
Joey Negro,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hardrive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tim Buckley,
The United States of America,
the Association,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eurythmics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
48th St. Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Stereo Dub,
Organ,
Lindisfarne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ponytail,
The Blues Magoos,
The Toasters,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eli Mardock,
Dark Day,
Make Up,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.