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 India and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Khruangbin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Eric Dolphy,
Essential Logic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zero Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Pulsallama,
Quantec,
Al Stewart,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Nils Olav,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Invisible,
Minnie Riperton,
Jandek,
The New Christs,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Pus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agitation Free,
Ten City,
Section 25,
The Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bush Tetras,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stereo Dub,
Fugazi,
The Knickerbockers,
Roger Hodgson,
Mandrill,
Buzzcocks,
Swans,
Quando Quango,
Spandau Ballet,
Ossler,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young,
Qualms,
FM Einheit,
Godley & Creme,
Shuggie Otis,
Ice-T,
Roxette,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Hill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Busters,
Fatback Band,
Cameo,
Bill Near,
Mantronix,
The Fuzztones,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.