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 Slovakia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
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 rhodes 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 JFA to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Kerri Chandler,
The Flesh Eaters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bad Manners,
Circle Jerks,
Black Flag,
Neil Young,
Jerry Gold Smith,
AZ,
Idris Muhammad,
Shoche,
Mission of Burma,
The Busters,
Babytalk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faust,
Visage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Steve Hackett,
Delta 5,
Jandek,
June of 44,
Symarip,
The Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Susan Cadogan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scan 7,
Schoolly D,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Hill,
Technova,
Fluxion,
Los Fastidios,
T. Rex,
The Moleskins,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Style,
kango's stein massive,
New York Dolls,
The Music Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Scratch Acid,
Sarah Menescal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Easy Going,
Ossler,
One Last Wish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Smog,
Malaria!,
Royal Trux,
a-ha,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bauhaus,
Vainqueur,
The United States of America,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.