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 Nigeria and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Barclay James Harvest to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moleskins,
LL Cool J,
The Music Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boz Scaggs,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed,
Stiv Bators,
Tom Boy,
The Index,
The Red Krayola,
The Gories,
Ralphi Rosario,
Main Source,
Yellowson,
Ten City,
Ultravox,
Yusef Lateef,
Parry Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Goldenarms,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sound,
Audionom,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amazonics,
EPMD,
Warsaw,
Camouflage,
Metal Thangz,
X-Ray Spex,
The Five Americans,
Todd Rundgren,
Inner City,
Grauzone,
Toni Rubio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Idris Muhammad,
Sister Nancy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eli Mardock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rekid,
Magma,
Ohio Players,
PIL,
The Grass Roots,
Glenn Branca,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mars,
Roxette,
Prince Buster,
Echospace,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.