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 Korea North and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alison Limerick to the techno 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Yazoo,
Bobby Womack,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacob Miller,
Roxy Music,
The Moleskins,
Kaleidoscope,
David Axelrod,
Lower 48,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Martian,
Colin Newman,
48th St. Collective,
X-101,
D'Angelo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Khruangbin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Holt,
Dark Day,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul Sonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
cv313,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sandy B,
Chrome,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Japan,
The Blues Magoos,
Essential Logic,
Q and Not U,
Livin' Joy,
Delta 5,
Skriet,
Basic Channel,
Magma,
Brick,
Skarface,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Archie Shepp,
Talk Talk,
The New Christs,
The Red Krayola,
Tears for Fears,
The Gun Club,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Sheep,
Ituana,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.