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 Bhutan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 the Sonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
One Last Wish,
Kayak,
Roxette,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boz Scaggs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Detroit Cobras,
a-ha,
Althea and Donna,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalann,
Slave,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
These Immortal Souls,
Arcadia,
Barrington Levy,
Hoover,
Livin' Joy,
Moby Grape,
Wire,
Pierre Henry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Youth Brigade,
Fluxion,
Archie Shepp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Smog,
Arab on Radar,
Terry Callier,
MDC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lucky Dragons,
Crash Course in Science,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zero Boys,
The Mummies,
The Fugs,
Stereo Dub,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Angels of Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Japan,
Fat Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Raincoats,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy Collins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brass Construction,
Organ,
Scott Walker,
Black Sheep,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.