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 Angola and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Masters at Work to the rock 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Wells,
Parry Music,
Yazoo,
Nick Fraelich,
Pylon,
Crime,
Reagan Youth,
Skaos,
Connie Case,
The Neon Judgement,
Delta 5,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sam Rivers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Organ,
Q and Not U,
Pussy Galore,
Max Romeo,
The Standells,
Bush Tetras,
The Mummies,
Faraquet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop,
Dave Gahan,
Lakeside,
Zapp,
Sonic Youth,
Y Pants,
Niagra,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
Eurythmics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ludus,
Janne Schatter,
Joyce Sims,
Los Fastidios,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül II,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
World's Most,
Althea and Donna,
Underground Resistance,
Theoretical Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
AZ,
The Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Parrish,
Ohio Players,
The Grass Roots,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Sherman,
Bob Dylan,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.