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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 Aural Exciters to the punk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Basic Channel,
Danielle Patucci,
Scrapy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Make Up,
Saccharine Trust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reagan Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers,
Fat Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang On A Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slave,
Can,
Dennis Brown,
Au Pairs,
a-ha,
Harmonia,
Crispian St. Peters,
Royal Trux,
Spandau Ballet,
Deadbeat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hoover,
T.S.O.L.,
Whodini,
Suburban Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Isaac Hayes,
Animal Collective,
Pole,
Peter and Kerry,
The Invisible,
Country Teasers,
Black Moon,
Bad Manners,
Guru Guru,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pretty Things,
Carl Craig,
Ludus,
Yaz,
Amon Düül II,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul II Soul,
Anthony Braxton,
Echospace,
Newcleus,
The Smoke,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.