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 Portugal and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Tropical Tobacco to the dance 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a snare 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brass Construction,
Livin' Joy,
Scan 7,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hoover,
Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Stereo Dub,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Oneida,
Simply Red,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sonics,
MDC,
The Saints,
The Cowsills,
Bill Wells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dorothy Ashby,
Morten Harket,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Khruangbin,
Robert Görl,
Howard Jones,
Blake Baxter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sugar Minott,
Aural Exciters,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flash Fearless,
a-ha,
Bang On A Can,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Style,
Marmalade,
Suburban Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Albert Ayler,
Harmonia,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mojo Men,
Cymande,
Bizarre Inc.,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Y Pants,
Barrington Levy,
The Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Enemy,
Cluster,
The Barracudas,
New Age Steppers,
Wings,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.