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 Tunisia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the funk 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donny Hathaway,
Wings,
Eric Copeland,
Brand Nubian,
Joensuu 1685,
Arthur Verocai,
The Five Americans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dave Gahan,
The Evens,
Scratch Acid,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun City Girls,
Nas,
Bluetip,
A Certain Ratio,
The Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang On A Can,
Gong,
Soulsonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Sandy B,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moody Blues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ten City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oblivians,
the Swans,
Hoover,
Lou Reed,
the Germs,
Todd Rundgren,
the Association,
The Smiths,
Charles Mingus,
Carl Craig,
Minnie Riperton,
Stiv Bators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aaron Thompson,
Sister Nancy,
The Angels of Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang of Four,
June Days,
Theoretical Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masters at Work,
Howard Jones,
Pere Ubu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fire Engines,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.