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 Greece and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Television Personalities to the jazz 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dennis Brown,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronan,
Accadde A,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skarface,
Gichy Dan,
The Black Dice,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faust,
Mantronix,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Sneak,
Heaven 17,
Whodini,
Marvin Gaye,
Thompson Twins,
The Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faraquet,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Gang Dance,
Banda Bassotti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Deadbeat,
DJ Style,
The Gories,
One Last Wish,
The Index,
Flash Fearless,
Minnie Riperton,
New Age Steppers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerri Chandler,
AZ,
The Durutti Column,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick Morgan,
ABC,
Cheater Slicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unrelated Segments,
Aural Exciters,
The Smiths,
The Smoke,
Cymande,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jawbox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oblivians,
The Evens,
Sällskapet,
Yazoo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angry Samoans,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.