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 Albania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Matthew Bourne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Urselle,
Toni Rubio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kayak,
The Misunderstood,
The Velvet Underground,
Make Up,
Barrington Levy,
The Skatalites,
Stetsasonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Animal Collective,
Swans,
Unwound,
The Selecter,
Franke,
Icehouse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glenn Branca,
The Happenings,
Black Sheep,
Drexciya,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Eve St. Jones,
The American Breed,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Skarface,
Q and Not U,
Index,
Moby Grape,
Tommy Roe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Christie,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quantec,
Deepchord,
John Holt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Almond,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boredoms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slave,
The Tremeloes,
Marine Girls,
Patti Smith,
Pylon,
Alphaville,
Flipper,
Oblivians,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sex Pistols,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mojo Men,
Eden Ahbez,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of 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.