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 Italy and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Black Moon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erasure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Rekid,
Panda Bear,
CMW,
Barbara Tucker,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kas Product,
Pulsallama,
The Neon Judgement,
Deadbeat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Toni Rubio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pylon,
Sound Behaviour,
Idris Muhammad,
Rites of Spring,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rosa Yemen,
Adolescents,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Eddi Front,
Section 25,
Lou Christie,
Eurythmics,
Joyce Sims,
Visage,
FM Einheit,
Liliput,
Lindisfarne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Wells,
Pagans,
Steve Hackett,
EPMD,
Todd Terry,
The Mojo Men,
Darondo,
Anakelly,
Mary Jane Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Bush Tetras,
The Doors,
a-ha,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.