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 Yemen and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Flipper to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Misunderstood,
Shoche,
AZ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gladiators,
The Leaves,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sam Rivers,
Blake Baxter,
The Selecter,
Black Pus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Metal Thangz,
Boz Scaggs,
Newcleus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Q and Not U,
Kayak,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Fraelich,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deakin,
Babytalk,
Archie Shepp,
Heaven 17,
Circle Jerks,
Ludus,
One Last Wish,
Gichy Dan,
Sällskapet,
Anthony Braxton,
Excepter,
Alphaville,
Pantytec,
Bronski Beat,
Crooked Eye,
Scrapy,
Henry Cow,
Television,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Starr,
Roger Hodgson,
Hoover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grey Daturas,
Subhumans,
Ken Boothe,
Magazine,
Fela Kuti,
Joey Negro,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Darondo,
Motorama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.