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 Mauritius and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Sparks to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Khruangbin,
The Tremeloes,
Sam Rivers,
Smog,
DJ Sneak,
Sonic Youth,
Radiohead,
Laurel Aitken,
Marvin Gaye,
Infiniti,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blackbyrds,
Quadrant,
Hoover,
ABC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stiv Bators,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Bourne,
Hashim,
OOIOO,
The Knickerbockers,
The Standells,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun City Girls,
The Leaves,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ponytail,
The Blues Magoos,
Guru Guru,
Peter & Gordon,
Letta Mbulu,
Bad Manners,
Black Pus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Liliput,
Funkadelic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Adolescents,
Cybotron,
Panda Bear,
Derrick May,
L. Decosne,
Massinfluence,
Maleditus Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aswad,
Q and Not U,
The Residents,
Gang of Four,
Chrome,
Accadde A,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacob Miller,
Cal Tjader,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.