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 Kuwait 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Technova,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Fraelich,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxette,
Aswad,
Donny Hathaway,
Siglo XX,
Sällskapet,
The Wake,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Copeland,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonic Youth,
The Kinks,
Marine Girls,
The Toasters,
Kurtis Blow,
John Holt,
David McCallum,
Eurythmics,
Agent Orange,
Delta 5,
The Sound,
Pulsallama,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
Barbara Tucker,
Cluster,
Scrapy,
Magazine,
Motorama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Martian,
Von Mondo,
Darondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker,
The Black Dice,
Maurizio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
AZ,
The Busters,
Black Bananas,
Gabor Szabo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter & Gordon,
Smog,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Lynne,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mummies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.