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 Algeria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gerry Rafferty to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Fortunes,
Yaz,
Wings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Quando Quango,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Altered Images,
Boz Scaggs,
The Skatalites,
Delta 5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Piero Umiliani,
The Invisible,
Eden Ahbez,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q and Not U,
Desert Stars,
Robert Hood,
Fear,
Babytalk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sound Behaviour,
Minny Pops,
Eve St. Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Scan 7,
John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Absolute Body Control,
F. McDonald,
Massinfluence,
Godley & Creme,
Deakin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suicide,
Bill Wells,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Young Rascals,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The American Breed,
Schoolly D,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skriet,
Wolf Eyes,
Eddi Front,
The Raincoats,
Marc Almond,
Joensuu 1685,
Eurythmics,
Urselle,
Fugazi,
Chris Corsano,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fatback Band,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.