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 United Kingdom and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 Sam Rivers to the disco 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Swans,
Soft Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Arab on Radar,
The Evens,
Sister Nancy,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Bourne,
One Last Wish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Bowie,
Stetsasonic,
F. McDonald,
The Standells,
U.S. Maple,
the Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Moby Grape,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slackers,
Mantronix,
DJ Sneak,
Yellowson,
Roxette,
Crispy Ambulance,
E-Dancer,
The Fugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Monolake,
Ohio Players,
Rakim,
CMW,
James White and The Blacks,
The Index,
The Offenders,
Wire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
Fugazi,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deadbeat,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ludus,
Faust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Birthday Party,
Panda Bear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gladiators,
The Mummies,
cv313,
Anakelly,
ABBA,
Joensuu 1685,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.