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 Sudan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Tomorrow,
Japan,
Carl Craig,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fuzztones,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
Tommy Roe,
John Foxx,
Massinfluence,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boz Scaggs,
Deepchord,
Juan Atkins,
F. McDonald,
Q and Not U,
Deadbeat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rakim,
Jawbox,
The Pretty Things,
The Monochrome Set,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Darondo,
Lakeside,
Junior Murvin,
One Last Wish,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Byron Stingily,
The Mummies,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slackers,
The Gun Club,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Howard Jones,
The Motions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quando Quango,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Pus,
Lalann,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Holt,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Birthday Party,
Dennis Brown,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Germs,
Niagra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.