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 Albania and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the funk 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Doobie Brothers,
Connie Case,
Lou Christie,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cure,
The Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Red Krayola,
The Martian,
Procol Harum,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
R.M.O.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dawn Penn,
Barbara Tucker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June Days,
Excepter,
Nico,
Pharoah Sanders,
Franke,
Half Japanese,
Tommy Roe,
The Five Americans,
The Birthday Party,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed,
Joe Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Main Source,
Arcadia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amazonics,
John Holt,
ABC,
Fad Gadget,
Henry Cow,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Clarke,
Albert Ayler,
Audionom,
Sister Nancy,
Ituana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Standells,
Bang On A Can,
Pantytec,
Yellowson,
Livin' Joy,
Quadrant,
Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Clear Light,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.