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 Greece and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Colin Newman to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tres Demented,
Bill Near,
Bobby Womack,
Supertramp,
Dead Boys,
China Crisis,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hardrive,
John Lydon,
Gang Starr,
Aswad,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suicide,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
Crime,
Funky Four + One,
Connie Case,
R.M.O.,
The Fall,
The Standells,
Surgeon,
Neil Young,
Faust,
The Move,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lyres,
the Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
Darondo,
Easy Going,
Wasted Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cure,
Josef K,
Wally Richardson,
Cal Tjader,
the Association,
Public Enemy,
Colin Newman,
Scan 7,
Cameo,
Y Pants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Audionom,
The Divine Comedy,
Lower 48,
Rod Modell,
Babytalk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dead C,
Jeff Lynne,
Hasil Adkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Velvet Underground,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.