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 Germany and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grime 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Martian,
Talk Talk,
China Crisis,
Brothers Johnson,
Gabor Szabo,
Deakin,
Blancmange,
Grey Daturas,
Kenny Larkin,
Sparks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Halsall,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Raincoats,
the Sonics,
Section 25,
Radiohead,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tears for Fears,
R.M.O.,
Mantronix,
Pantaleimon,
Cal Tjader,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-101,
The Divine Comedy,
Byron Stingily,
Gang of Four,
Derrick May,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lungfish,
James White and The Blacks,
Aloha Tigers,
the Bar-Kays,
Max Romeo,
Icehouse,
Sixth Finger,
The Black Dice,
Connie Case,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalann,
Dorothy Ashby,
Half Japanese,
Faraquet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
kango's stein massive,
Schoolly D,
Khruangbin,
Rekid,
The Searchers,
The Angels of Light,
Spoonie Gee,
Japan,
Eurythmics,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.