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 Philippines and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Minutemen to the techno 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Roxette,
F. McDonald,
Easy Going,
Angry Samoans,
Bad Manners,
Todd Terry,
The Victims,
The Gories,
Jawbox,
The Residents,
Simply Red,
This Heat,
Cal Tjader,
Black Flag,
Barrington Levy,
Aaron Thompson,
Sister Nancy,
LL Cool J,
The Smoke,
Make Up,
Interpol,
Anakelly,
L. Decosne,
Quadrant,
Gichy Dan,
The Kinks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Second Layer,
The Doors,
The Names,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mark Hollis,
Livin' Joy,
Bronski Beat,
David McCallum,
Qualms,
48th St. Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Erykah Badu,
The Grass Roots,
Essential Logic,
MDC,
Lakeside,
The Gap Band,
Technova,
Accadde A,
Lalann,
Deepchord,
Motorama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magma,
Sun City Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young,
Connie Case,
Marmalade,
Masters at Work,
The Trojans,
Alton Ellis,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.