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 Dominican Republic and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Essential Logic 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian 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?
Radiohead,
Khruangbin,
Youth Brigade,
Nirvana,
Ohio Players,
Blossom Toes,
Pole,
Rekid,
Agitation Free,
Fad Gadget,
John Coltrane,
Moebius,
The Gladiators,
Darondo,
Roxy Music,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Severed Heads,
Babytalk,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gap Band,
Bob Dylan,
Television,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers,
Smog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gories,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris Corsano,
Eddi Front,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Infiniti,
Mad Mike,
Barry Ungar,
The Busters,
Cameo,
Monolake,
Panda Bear,
Robert Görl,
Faust,
Clear Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Hashim,
Suburban Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cure,
Connie Case,
Kaleidoscope,
The Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bluetip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.