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 Libya and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Shoche 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Ituana,
Joy Division,
Boz Scaggs,
Interpol,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deadbeat,
Glenn Branca,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mojo Men,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Little Man,
The Count Five,
In Retrospect,
Soft Machine,
Guru Guru,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABC,
Pulsallama,
Sandy B,
Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Crash Course in Science,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker,
Peter & Gordon,
Lightning Bolt,
The Skatalites,
Siglo XX,
L. Decosne,
Khruangbin,
Ponytail,
T.S.O.L.,
Archie Shepp,
Bang On A Can,
The Litter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Pierre Henry,
Morten Harket,
Kayak,
Eric Dolphy,
Y Pants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Japan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Nico,
Howard Jones,
John Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Leaves,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.