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 Jordan and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Patti Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
The New Christs,
World's Most,
Rotary Connection,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerri Chandler,
the Normal,
Bobby Byrd,
Crime,
The Fuzztones,
Sixth Finger,
The Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
the Bar-Kays,
Bluetip,
Soul II Soul,
Michelle Simonal,
Japan,
Robert Görl,
Reagan Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Cybotron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Bananas,
Brick,
Kevin Saunderson,
kango's stein massive,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Sneak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television Personalities,
Fugazi,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry's Kids,
Panda Bear,
Joy Division,
Mantronix,
Groovy Waters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Junior Murvin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Albert Ayler,
Fluxion,
Byron Stingily,
Tubeway Army,
Erasure,
John Holt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.