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 Saudi Arabia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Toasters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Au Pairs,
Mantronix,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Metal Thangz,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Lynne,
The Skatalites,
Slave,
In Retrospect,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minutemen,
ABC,
UT,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roger Hodgson,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Bar-Kays,
Pagans,
Soft Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Fela Kuti,
Terry Callier,
The Residents,
Minnie Riperton,
The J.B.'s,
Bauhaus,
Fluxion,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Move,
Kerri Chandler,
Spandau Ballet,
Average White Band,
Yazoo,
Juan Atkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Subhumans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Wyatt,
Godley & Creme,
Television,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slick Rick,
Royal Trux,
the Association,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Wally Richardson,
The Cure,
Charles Mingus,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.