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 Honduras and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rap 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
ABBA,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sex Pistols,
Altered Images,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Simply Red,
Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Average White Band,
The Red Krayola,
James White and The Blacks,
Von Mondo,
The Offenders,
Lyres,
Shoche,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Womack,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Make Up,
Saccharine Trust,
Essential Logic,
Easy Going,
Wally Richardson,
Reagan Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Dennis Brown,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxy Music,
The Durutti Column,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Supertramp,
Yazoo,
Davy DMX,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Copeland,
Flamin' Groovies,
Iggy Pop,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Certain Ratio,
Can,
The Busters,
Pere Ubu,
The Doors,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Walker Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Oblivians,
Pussy Galore,
These Immortal Souls,
Fear,
David Bowie,
Roxette,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sister Nancy,
the Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.