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 Somalia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 The Electric Prunes to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Tropical Tobacco,
Y Pants,
Neil Young,
Agent Orange,
Sam Rivers,
Howard Jones,
Khruangbin,
Youth Brigade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sixth Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiohead,
Bob Dylan,
Ponytail,
Lucky Dragons,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stiv Bators,
Warren Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Section 25,
Unrelated Segments,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mark Hollis,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moody Blues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June of 44,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Malaria!,
Los Fastidios,
Gastr Del Sol,
Junior Murvin,
Morten Harket,
The Leaves,
Sparks,
The Techniques,
Guru Guru,
Black Flag,
Magma,
Japan,
Cal Tjader,
Crooked Eye,
Organ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Panda Bear,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.