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 Peru and from Toronto.
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 Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Sister Nancy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ossler,
Parry Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Almond,
Model 500,
Sam Rivers,
Quadrant,
Pulsallama,
Quantec,
the Association,
Deakin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
The Smiths,
Rufus Thomas,
Heaven 17,
MC5,
June of 44,
Camberwell Now,
8 Eyed Spy,
Iggy Pop,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gladiators,
Wolf Eyes,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q and Not U,
The Neon Judgement,
H. Thieme,
Alton Ellis,
Zapp,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül II,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Walker Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Panda Bear,
Franke,
The Fall,
ABC,
Aswad,
Newcleus,
Altered Images,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alison Limerick,
Barbara Tucker,
The Golliwogs,
Camouflage,
Maleditus Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Searchers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deadbeat,
John Foxx,
Ohio Players,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.