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 Russia and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the punk 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Barracudas,
June of 44,
Little Man,
Scott Walker,
The Gun Club,
Rakim,
Monolake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
John Foxx,
Black Sheep,
Black Moon,
Absolute Body Control,
Wolf Eyes,
Ludus,
Cymande,
The New Christs,
Cluster,
Roger Hodgson,
Ornette Coleman,
Scion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Associates,
Pantaleimon,
Kas Product,
The Leaves,
The Index,
Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
The Stooges,
The Seeds,
Cybotron,
The Doors,
Trumans Water,
Althea and Donna,
The Techniques,
Grey Daturas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Mills,
Henry Cow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Godley & Creme,
The Cowsills,
The Knickerbockers,
The United States of America,
Shuggie Otis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gong,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moleskins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rod Modell,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.