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 Luxembourg and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Isaac Hayes to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Soul II Soul,
Intrusion,
China Crisis,
Second Layer,
T.S.O.L.,
Severed Heads,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sonics,
Marine Girls,
The Cowsills,
Brass Construction,
Peter & Gordon,
Lightning Bolt,
Sarah Menescal,
Goldenarms,
Wasted Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Parry Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Danielle Patucci,
Fat Boys,
Black Bananas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lindisfarne,
The Velvet Underground,
L. Decosne,
Michelle Simonal,
John Coltrane,
Slave,
Howard Jones,
Deadbeat,
Model 500,
The Gun Club,
Bob Dylan,
Flipper,
Supertramp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Animal Collective,
Carl Craig,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerri Chandler,
DNA,
Max Romeo,
Arab on Radar,
The Martian,
UT,
Gang Green,
Unrelated Segments,
Rites of Spring,
Soul Sonic Force,
June Days,
Make Up,
Massinfluence,
Warren Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marmalade,
Tubeway Army,
Rosa Yemen,
The Litter,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.