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 India and from Madrid.
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 New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Coltrane to the techno 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Leaves,
Joey Negro,
The Music Machine,
The Fortunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nik Kershaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Theoretical Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Supertramp,
Cheater Slicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed,
Aaron Thompson,
L. Decosne,
The Slits,
The Standells,
Black Flag,
New Age Steppers,
Depeche Mode,
Khruangbin,
Kas Product,
MDC,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jawbox,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Litter,
Blake Baxter,
The Fall,
the Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Thee Headcoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Bananas,
Desert Stars,
Chrome,
Eden Ahbez,
Dave Gahan,
Rod Modell,
The Buckinghams,
Byron Stingily,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harmonia,
Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Al Stewart,
Severed Heads,
Public Image Ltd.,
David McCallum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.