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 Slovenia and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Holger Czukay 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 Patti Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
John Lydon,
Jandek,
Fluxion,
Swans,
Ken Boothe,
ABBA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Hood,
The Gories,
Joy Division,
Fad Gadget,
Goldenarms,
The Names,
the Germs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magazine,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Residents,
In Retrospect,
Sun City Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Loose Ends,
The Victims,
Oblivians,
Alice Coltrane,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Judy Mowatt,
Max Romeo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smoke,
Alison Limerick,
Rekid,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Lynne,
Idris Muhammad,
Depeche Mode,
Pole,
Tubeway Army,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quantec,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bush Tetras,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Trumans Water,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultra Naté,
The Velvet Underground,
Duran Duran,
Steve Hackett,
Pere Ubu,
Bang On A Can,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.