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 Switzerland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Eric Copeland to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Marmalade,
Cal Tjader,
The Residents,
Supertramp,
Von Mondo,
Bob Dylan,
Funky Four + One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eve St. Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Rapeman,
Mo-Dettes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ituana,
The Busters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Motions,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Lynne,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Bowie,
Angry Samoans,
Donny Hathaway,
Quando Quango,
Eric Dolphy,
Mars,
John Foxx,
The Gap Band,
Drexciya,
The Dave Clark Five,
Trumans Water,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sam Rivers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cymande,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Altered Images,
New York Dolls,
Bluetip,
Brick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-102,
Camouflage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Henry Cow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Underground Resistance,
Niagra,
The Five Americans,
Ultra Naté,
The Mojo Men,
Arab on Radar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.