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 Kazakhstan and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Suburban Knight 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Donny Hathaway,
Yazoo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Schoolly D,
The Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
X-102,
B.T. Express,
PIL,
Amazonics,
The Leaves,
Bobby Womack,
Janne Schatter,
Pylon,
Vladislav Delay,
The Real Kids,
Lyres,
Roger Hodgson,
Unwound,
Blake Baxter,
JFA,
Judy Mowatt,
Newcleus,
Black Moon,
The Divine Comedy,
In Retrospect,
Smog,
Flash Fearless,
Blossom Toes,
Delta 5,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fugazi,
Can,
Das Ding,
Country Teasers,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Grass Roots,
Lindisfarne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bad Manners,
Archie Shepp,
Carl Craig,
Man Parrish,
Minutemen,
Mark Hollis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brass Construction,
New York Dolls,
Cybotron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Skatalites,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Motions,
the Germs,
Section 25,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.