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 Ethiopia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Vladislav Delay to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Yellowson,
The Doors,
Drive Like Jehu,
Supertramp,
The Dead C,
Aswad,
Easy Going,
Fluxion,
Sarah Menescal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slick Rick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
La Düsseldorf,
Con Funk Shun,
Arab on Radar,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul II Soul,
Howard Jones,
The Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Terry Callier,
Moby Grape,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Durutti Column,
Chrome,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun City Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rapeman,
Joensuu 1685,
Interpol,
Bush Tetras,
Boredoms,
Sight & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Rufus Thomas,
Subhumans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Litter,
Stiv Bators,
Blake Baxter,
H. Thieme,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-102,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marmalade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Graham Central Station,
Rod Modell,
Parry Music,
Albert Ayler,
Eden Ahbez,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.