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 Venezuela and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Names to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Yazoo,
Eli Mardock,
Lalann,
Gang Green,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Quadrant,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Sherman,
Ornette Coleman,
Infiniti,
Mandrill,
Agitation Free,
Technova,
Surgeon,
Chris Corsano,
Dawn Penn,
The Fortunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Funky Four + One,
Aural Exciters,
Silicon Teens,
Kaleidoscope,
Excepter,
Depeche Mode,
Letta Mbulu,
Agent Orange,
Jacob Miller,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Fraelich,
Ken Boothe,
Thompson Twins,
The Invisible,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Halsall,
Steve Hackett,
Reagan Youth,
Monks,
Wally Richardson,
Babytalk,
Gang Starr,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blues Magoos,
The Motions,
Darondo,
Sun City Girls,
Easy Going,
Deakin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suicide,
Clear Light,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.