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 Greece and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yellowson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blake Baxter,
Country Teasers,
Accadde A,
The Skatalites,
Jerry's Kids,
the Sonics,
B.T. Express,
The Tremeloes,
Eden Ahbez,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
Pylon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Copeland,
The Neon Judgement,
New Order,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Standells,
Silicon Teens,
Ten City,
Barbara Tucker,
The Techniques,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minny Pops,
Youth Brigade,
The Angels of Light,
The Dirtbombs,
Clear Light,
Barrington Levy,
Pantytec,
Nils Olav,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul Sonic Force,
10cc,
The Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance,
Franke,
Parry Music,
Kenny Larkin,
Anthony Braxton,
The Beau Brummels,
Smog,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mark Hollis,
Hasil Adkins,
Bad Manners,
DNA,
Ponytail,
The Names,
T. Rex,
Bush Tetras,
L. Decosne,
The Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shuggie Otis,
Ludus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.