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 Bologna.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Smog to the jazz 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Count Five,
E-Dancer,
World's Most,
Royal Trux,
Oblivians,
The Searchers,
Laurel Aitken,
Blake Baxter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jandek,
Stetsasonic,
New Age Steppers,
Quantec,
Minor Threat,
Absolute Body Control,
Pere Ubu,
Dave Gahan,
Supertramp,
Silicon Teens,
ABC,
OOIOO,
Sonic Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Ornette Coleman,
Cecil Taylor,
Don Cherry,
Babytalk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Clear Light,
Main Source,
The Walker Brothers,
Nas,
The Standells,
John Lydon,
Eric Copeland,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gichy Dan,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Finger,
The Gun Club,
Roxette,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Symarip,
Bad Manners,
The Smiths,
Goldenarms,
Index,
Isaac Hayes,
the Swans,
Q65,
The Beau Brummels,
Mandrill,
Suicide,
Lungfish,
Ossler,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Index,
Pussy Galore,
The Music Machine,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.