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 France and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Erykah Badu to the jazz 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxy Music,
Youth Brigade,
The Litter,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nas,
Pierre Henry,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mars,
Peter and Kerry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cramps,
Absolute Body Control,
The Saints,
Ohio Players,
Yellowson,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick Morgan,
June of 44,
Negative Approach,
Shoche,
Pole,
Half Japanese,
Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Girls At Our Best!,
Isaac Hayes,
Cal Tjader,
the Association,
Anthony Braxton,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Human League,
Little Man,
The Vogues,
Fat Boys,
Erasure,
Bush Tetras,
The Offenders,
Agent Orange,
Bang On A Can,
Angry Samoans,
The Modern Lovers,
Cybotron,
Black Moon,
Average White Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The Red Krayola,
Brass Construction,
Ultimate Spinach,
Metal Thangz,
Pussy Galore,
Dual Sessions,
Q65,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.