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 Belgium and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Stetsasonic to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Symarip,
Echospace,
The Leaves,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Rundgren,
Fatback Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxy Music,
Slave,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tubeway Army,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DNA,
Aural Exciters,
Quando Quango,
Royal Trux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cramps,
Maleditus Sound,
Cameo,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stetsasonic,
Brand Nubian,
Agent Orange,
Second Layer,
The Fortunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Lindisfarne,
Agitation Free,
Metal Thangz,
Aaron Thompson,
Lebanon Hanover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Little Man,
D'Angelo,
Lakeside,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
Sparks,
The Real Kids,
Max Romeo,
Vainqueur,
Bluetip,
David Axelrod,
Model 500,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Red Krayola,
the Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.