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 Armenia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Panda Bear to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New York Dolls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Livin' Joy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ludus,
Angry Samoans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Iggy Pop,
Cameo,
Wally Richardson,
Ronan,
Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Smooth,
Gabor Szabo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Bourne,
Warsaw,
Suburban Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soulsonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Byrd,
Main Source,
Franke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalann,
The Toasters,
The Dead C,
Pole,
The Young Rascals,
The Skatalites,
Bronski Beat,
Eden Ahbez,
Skriet,
Scientists,
Arcadia,
Robert Wyatt,
Mars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacob Miller,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
In Retrospect,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra,
Neu!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.