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 Syria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 The Shadows of Knight to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Invisible,
Grey Daturas,
Pulsallama,
Circle Jerks,
New Order,
MC5,
The Blues Magoos,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Hood,
Motorama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
KRS-One,
D'Angelo,
Nik Kershaw,
Unwound,
Alice Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
The Seeds,
Aswad,
Angry Samoans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kurtis Blow,
Sällskapet,
Unrelated Segments,
Charles Mingus,
L. Decosne,
Gabor Szabo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Laurel Aitken,
Nas,
the Swans,
Joe Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ohio Players,
The Tremeloes,
The Dead C,
Kaleidoscope,
Janne Schatter,
Suicide,
Matthew Halsall,
Parry Music,
The Cure,
The Smiths,
Faraquet,
Roxette,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
UT,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
Swans,
Jandek,
Los Fastidios,
Black Flag,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kas Product,
Pierre Henry,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.