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 Bolivia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Dennis Brown to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Stiv Bators,
Dennis Brown,
Kevin Saunderson,
AZ,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Khruangbin,
Gang Green,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
LL Cool J,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minnie Riperton,
Lungfish,
The Five Americans,
Parry Music,
H. Thieme,
Juan Atkins,
EPMD,
The Gories,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Stooges,
The Mojo Men,
Ponytail,
The Monks,
Little Man,
Von Mondo,
Can,
Arab on Radar,
Radio Birdman,
Mad Mike,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blossom Toes,
The Toasters,
The Zeros,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blake Baxter,
Flipper,
Henry Cow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sandy B,
Fad Gadget,
Bad Manners,
Maleditus Sound,
Drexciya,
Mission of Burma,
Amazonics,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Copeland,
Theoretical Girls,
Infiniti,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Wake,
Danielle Patucci,
Newcleus,
Josef K,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.