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 Djibouti and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cluster to the jazz 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Fugazi,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rod Modell,
Goldenarms,
The Saints,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cal Tjader,
Vladislav Delay,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nils Olav,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Lynne,
Ituana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joy Division,
Rotary Connection,
The Doors,
Eve St. Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Barbara Tucker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Outsiders,
Mission of Burma,
The Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
Black Sheep,
Camouflage,
Mars,
Oneida,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cluster,
Inner City,
Dark Day,
Crime,
Eurythmics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Theoretical Girls,
The Names,
Interpol,
Archie Shepp,
LL Cool J,
Crooked Eye,
Black Bananas,
Urselle,
Surgeon,
Ohio Players,
Eric B and Rakim,
Japan,
Main Source,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Görl,
Hasil Adkins,
H. Thieme,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.