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 Indonesia and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grunge 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Minnie Riperton,
Nils Olav,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Sherman,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Livin' Joy,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Görl,
The Pop Group,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Wake,
Rapeman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radio Birdman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pylon,
Bush Tetras,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scrapy,
The Victims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blackbyrds,
Ohio Players,
Little Man,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wolf Eyes,
Stetsasonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Circle Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
the Slits,
Can,
LL Cool J,
Al Stewart,
Mr. Review,
Chris & Cosey,
Y Pants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Martian,
Babytalk,
R.M.O.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arcadia,
Faust,
Pussy Galore,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.