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 Morocco and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 China Crisis to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Josef K,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Busters,
Bootsy Collins,
The Associates,
Ponytail,
Gabor Szabo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
MDC,
Model 500,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eden Ahbez,
Blossom Toes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantaleimon,
Sun City Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Erykah Badu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wally Richardson,
Anthony Braxton,
Duran Duran,
Vainqueur,
Liliput,
Terry Callier,
Boogie Down Productions,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Music Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boredoms,
Minnie Riperton,
Delta 5,
Arcadia,
Letta Mbulu,
Hoover,
Television,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brass Construction,
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kas Product,
Danielle Patucci,
Outsiders,
Sarah Menescal,
The Flesh Eaters,
James White and The Blacks,
The Trojans,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.