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 Micronesia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
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 marimba 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 Big Daddy Kane to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Grauzone,
Whodini,
Sister Nancy,
The Slits,
Unwound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Groovy Waters,
Ronan,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Young Marble Giants,
Hoover,
Duran Duran,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Pierre Henry,
EPMD,
John Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
KRS-One,
Moss Icon,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül II,
The Remains,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Wells,
The Sonics,
Joy Division,
The Doobie Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
OOIOO,
Eve St. Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
The Velvet Underground,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Laurel Aitken,
The Stooges,
The Cramps,
the Soft Cell,
Mars,
David Bowie,
The Cure,
The Techniques,
Neu!,
Susan Cadogan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
AZ,
Unrelated Segments,
Fugazi,
The Fortunes,
Steve Hackett,
Yellowson,
Kayak,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.