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 Liberia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 The Walker Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Average White Band,
The Last Poets,
Guru Guru,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Byron Stingily,
Max Romeo,
Connie Case,
Sarah Menescal,
Terry Callier,
kango's stein massive,
Mad Mike,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Human League,
The Dead C,
Banda Bassotti,
L. Decosne,
Mars,
John Lydon,
The Move,
Pantytec,
Symarip,
Darondo,
Amon Düül II,
Trumans Water,
Khruangbin,
Brand Nubian,
Pierre Henry,
Infiniti,
Prince Buster,
The Black Dice,
Metal Thangz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dual Sessions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Mills,
New Order,
The Music Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Style,
June Days,
Kayak,
Scan 7,
The Evens,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eurythmics,
Archie Shepp,
The Monks,
X-102,
Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacques Brel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lower 48,
Susan Cadogan,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.